Do you think of her
When you close your eyes at night
Do you think of her
When you're holding me so tight
Do you think of her
When you lean in for that kiss
Do you think of her
When you say I'm the one you miss

You say you think you love me
Or is it just a lie
You say you think you love me
Or am I just her in your eyes
You say you think you love me
Yet all you do is play games
You say you think you love me
Yet you call me by her name

Tell me how you really feel
I am sick of all these lies
You told me you were different
When you looked into my eyes

So tell me do you think of her
When you're sitting next to me
You say you think you love me
But that's really hard to see.

Blood turned cold and blackened
Is all that flows through these veins
An empty space where my heart used to be
A long scar where it was ripped out

These once sparkling eyes
Are now turned dark and dull
My brief happiness replaced by misery
I just want to be alone

Having a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them

I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the **** Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse

it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it

by,
FRANK O'HARA

She was beautiful,
But not in the beautiful ways you like to think so
She did not have hair that dripped gold
Her eyes were not the colours of the cold sea
But her smile was crooked and bent
Her lips were chapped and thin
She did not have a gentle laugh
Nor did she speak humble thoughts
But she was beautiful
In the way the shore kisses my feet
In the way the moon hides itself in the curtain of darkness
She was beautiful
In the way wind dances with hair
In the way shy lovers hold hands
She was beautiful in the way of morning air
And black coffee
And the love poems that live in each broken heart
Spilling red oil into blue lungs,
Suffocating happiness right out of its shell
And she was beautiful
Because she refused to taste sadness
Even though it was the only thing she had left to eat.

Golden sun kissed skin
With a pair of ocean blue eyes
Plum colored lips
Perfect hourglass shape

But she hates herself
Covered in bruises
Mascara running down her face
Cracked and scared

Not just the outside
But on the inside too
The body she sees now
Was never her own

Lies hidden behind brown eyes
A boy as twisted as her
Beaten and tormented
Always living in the past

Together they're tragic
A combination for disaster
With her malevolence
And his sensitivity

But he's put a spell on her
Unable to control herself
She means no harm
But there'll be no happy ending

And he'll fall in love
With the girl who fixed him
Just to have his heart ripped out again
No longer wanting to live

And she'll go crazy
This has happened before
Life's repeating itself
When will it end

Perfect my makeup
Get all dressed up
Turn up the music
Shut the lights off

Scream the words to the song
Dance with the door
Make out with the wall
Get down to the floor

Jump on the bed
Pretend you're a flirt
Take a shot of some whiskey
Down a few more

Act out a scene
Pace around the room
Talk to your posters
The clock strikes two

Put on a good love song
Throw your clothes to the floor
Now it's past bedtime
Go to sleep wanting more

Get up and go to work
Have a thrilling day
When is it over
I just want to play

Drive home with a smile
The day's nearly done
Stop at the liquor store
It's time for some fun

Throw off your clothes
As you get through the door
Dance the night away again
Always wanting more

Deep breaths of autumn air
Sting my lungs but feel so good
I feel relaxed, at peace
Not a care in the world

Police sirens sound in the distance
Cold wind gusts howl
Leaves fall from the tree
A runner jogs by

The neighbors laugh with their children
A truck honks as it drives by
Flags sway in the breeze
A plane overhead waits to land

The sky is a brilliant blue
Clouds as white as ghosts
The smell of barbecue on the grill
Carved pumpkins everywhere

Birds sing in the distance
Dogs down the street bark
The runner jogs by again
As he smiles and waves hello

A caregiver brings the elderly lunch
Motorcyclists race by
Someone leaves for work
The mailman stops by

The sun shines brightly
There's warmth in the light
A nearby tree bares cherries
A squirrel digs for its treasure

I wish I could take a picture
Of all the beauty around me
But a pictures not big enough
So I have put it in words