7/14/2015
"I mean I just don't get excited
anymore, you know?"
but even that
statement drains all the life out of me,
grabs a spot in my ribs, twists it, pulls it out like a dandelion ****
I decide walking on 3rd avenue in
a Brooklyn neighborhood that I don't
need energy anymore
or, I've been doing well with the scant
supplies I have of it.
The day before, blow dried hair sticking to my neck because the windows are locked,
I had listened to the radio
Billie Holliday: oh lover man where can you be?
I know **** well where mine is,
unfortunately across the hudson
but I think I am happy for him because
any sane person would be otherwise in
princeton after a while
I count and recount the oaks and pines outside my house and the cardinals and bluejays and mocking birds, try to find something, don't find it,
Read a book, and I yell to myself:
"'That’s funny! there’s blood on me.'
- Frank Ohara."
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
7/14/2015
"I mean I just don't get excited
anymore, you know?"
but even that
statement drains all the life out of me,
grabs a spot in my ribs, twists it, pulls it out like a dandelion ****
I decide walking on 3rd avenue in
a Brooklyn neighborhood that I don't
need energy anymore
or, I've been doing well with the scant
supplies I have of it.
The day before, blow dried hair sticking to my neck because the windows are locked,
I had listened to the radio
Billie Holliday: oh lover man where can you be?
I know **** well where mine is,
unfortunately across the hudson
but I think I am happy for him because
any sane person would be otherwise in
princeton after a while
I count and recount the oaks and pines outside my house and the cardinals and bluejays and mocking birds, try to find something, don't find it,
Read a book, and I yell to myself:
"'That’s funny! there’s blood on me.'
- Frank Ohara."