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Snuggle Up Sundays: Edition #1

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Snuggle up with your lover, or best friend and read this poem while drinking coffee. Sometimes on a cozy Sunday, you need to just slow shit down.

 Frank O'Hara died in 1966 on the beach in one of my favorite places in the world, Fire Island. O'Hara's writing "sought to capture his feeling that poetry should be "between two persons instead of two pages."  or so says the American Council of Learned Societies.

He is my favorite; because his poetry come from a deep intimacy, the connective tissue between his words and the readers emotions are there. It makes the writing so romantic in its realness.  Here's a good one. 



How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning a little to the left

here I have just jumped out of a bed full of V-days
(I got tired of D-days) and blue you there still
accepts me foolish and free
all I want is a room up there
and you in it
and even the traffic halt so thick is a way
for people to rub up against each other
and when their surgical appliances lock
they stay together
for the rest of the day (what a day)
I go by to check a slide and I say
that painting’s not so blue

where’s Lana Turner
she’s out eating
and Garbo’s backstage at the Met
everyone’s taking their coat off
so they can show a rib-cage to the rib-watchers
and the park’s full of dancers with their tights and shoes
in little bags
who are often mistaken for worker-outers at the West Side Y
why not
the Pittsburgh Pirates shout because they won
and in a sense we’re all winning
we’re alive

the apartment was vacated by a gay couple
who moved to the country for fun
they moved a day too soon
even the stabbings are helping the population explosion
though in the wrong country
and all those liars have left the UN
the Seagram Building’s no longer rivalled in interest
not that we need liquor (we just like it)

and the little box is out on the sidewalk
next to the delicatessen
so the old man can sit on it and drink beer
and get knocked off it by his wife later in the day
while the sun is still shining

oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much

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