Monday, June 20, 2011

frank o'hara: travel

sometimes i know i love you better
than all the others i kiss it's funny

but it's true and i wouldn't roll
from one to the next so fast if you

hadn't knocked them all down like
ninepins when you roared by my bed

i keep trying to race ahead and catch
you at the newest station or whistle

stop but you are flighty about
schedules and always soar away just

as leaning from my taxicab my breath
reaches for the back of your neck.


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