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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 Nude 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
A great piece by Frank O'Hara ^_^
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 Nude 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
A great piece by Frank O'Hara ^_^
I'm not dead.... yet
I was bored so I decided to come back after 8 months of rest XD...
so here I am, still hungry ^_^
Regret
Do you remember the times that we spent?
The things we did we know we shouldnt.
The memories we gained throughout our days,
the moments we lived without grief and pain.
How I wish I could take it all back,
cause now I'm miserable like an abandoned cat.
I lied to my lover and pushed away my friends,
acted like a jerk and practiced malevolence.
I was blind to the point where I couldnt see,
that you were only trying to do what was best for me.
I was selfish, arrogant, inconsiderate to the core,
how I wish I could apologise and let you see that I have mourn.
But now its too late when all is said and done,
you've packed your bags and
Solitude
I'm all alone in this lonely room,
looking for an escape from this very dull gloom.
Save me from this solitude that breaks my soul,
save me from this unhappiness that leaves my chest with a hole.
It's so sad to be alone,
it's so sad to be unknown.
This lonely world that we call home,
is nothing more but solidified boredom.
Thats why I need you to be there when I long for you,
I need you to be there when I heavily call for you.
I'm not asking for more than a little speck of your attention,
just be there to cure my desperation.
I'm just a sad little boy longing for the truth,
and you'll be the answer to my melancholic cure.
It wou
Morbid Romance
I want to bite your lips to
know what you taste like,
I want to hold your hips just
to know what you feel like.
I'll hold you close just to
hear your voice, I'll hold you
even closer so that you can only
hear my noise.
I'll embrace your body ever so
tightly, until you choke and faint
in my arms ever so lightly. I'll watch
you sleep knowing that you'll not escape me,
cause your half dead and unable to break free.
After that I'll give breath to your
lungs with a gentle kiss, and seal our fate
with an eternal wish. Finally I'll place
your ear right above my chest, until you
hear my heart beat and I'll
tell you "Please love me,
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*heared XD