they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
chruch street & that small cofee shop we liked + MAY 21. 2003 = mr. n.m.
+ dear boy , am wondering if all your belongings are packed up, if you are crossing days off, if you are e x c i t e d. am hoping you will send me letters from your new address. that you will not forget me & the three years in the tiny apartment in the center of noho. and diego the black cat & diego the black cat's circus tricks. came upon this poem the other day and it reminded me of you. there is something very N. MORRA about it, the language, as well as the images presented: i can see you walking around providence, keeping notes in your head, remembering women. until then, THE DAY LADY DIED It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner and I don�t know the people who will feed me I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun and have a hamburger and a malted and buy an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets in Ghana are doing these days. I go on to the bank and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard) doesn�t even look up my balance for once in her life and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN i get a little Verlaine for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or Brendan Behan�s new play or LE BALCON or LES NEGRES of Genet, but I don�t, I stick with Verlaine after practically going to sleep with quandariness and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatere and casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing Frank O'Hara, 1959
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