Monthly Archives: November 2010

Frank, Stop Staring Please

Written on the back of a paper plate.

Frank, Stop Staring Please

After drinks, Frank O’Hara starts to look kind of creepy–
staring from the cover of a book of collected poetry, in
black-and-white and green-and-black frowning.

Especially when seated on the shelf next to the toilet
Frank, looking, why?
You want more privacy when you are drunk.

Stop staring!
I stayed in Boston! I will write on the backs of paper plates!
I will write at a cold iron coffee table at Cardullo’s
in Harvard Square, I will make them famous
I will start the Boston School

And all my friends will go to the school.

Let’s high-five, let’s move to New York. Let’s move to Brooklyn.
Let’s not, let’s stay, screw Brooklyn, pastrami sandwich.
Just do not stare, master poet.
Down feather.

Let me sit in decided peace.

Breakfast In Love

The first in a while. I appreciate feedback!

Breakfast In Love

Sipping a small cup of coffee (small thank you)
,little espresso chocolate crumbs cleared away under his spot,
the spot where his second cup goes, the one that will give him
a tummy ache, the king of motherfuck picks up snotty-rags,
listens to some accordion music, some melancholy piano,
a bicycle gearbox ratcheting. He thinks about love.
He thinks about the kitchen table. He thinks to himself,

“King,
you are a little prince.
You are a small man,
but you are in love.”

He finishes his coffee. He eats a chocolate.
He cleans the kitchen table. He feels bigger.