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Lunch Date with Frank O'Hara

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Lunch Date with Frank O'Hara

It rained today and I'm moving, aware that my hair is huge and flopping in the daylight I'm walking by, an old man bends an eye toward me a group of school boys with shirts all breezy, lean on the number 1 busstop A truck passes and shakes everything the sun falls out from behind clouds It's about noon, and I'm on the edge of traffic looking hard for your shape a pocket Rachmaninoff that I don't remember or recognize plays in my ear.  It's not this one but this is a good one.  The streets are cooking getting hotter now, I open my physics book "Nothing is real," it tells me. no, wait, "Nothing is definite" So I sit dow

Conversations

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Conversations

Why do you come back, brown bird flying, to the same branch on a bare Mass.Ave? Is it this place, the early morning mathematician's quiet task? What are we missing, brown bird singing love songs to a crosswalk light? When no one walks by no soul walks by what holds you here at night? I hear you're from faraway a land I'm lonely for, I hear it in your accent first a little, then more. I know you're there, dear bird, reading numbers off my page. I know you but my sloppy lines still shy from your heavy gaze. Tell me are we right or wrong, is this the world you know? Warn me if we're losing track of ou

2

2

My friend, I've made it, sorry for the wait, it's a long way up the narrow stairs to your room from the night outside with no moon, so intelligent and lonely we are, I'm happy to see you. And you, you're a reflection in the open window. I'm wide-eyed and I can't shut up. God, it's so easy to lose it all in this place. There's no more sleep left. I grow thin in the green light, so we have bagels from the dumpster on a cellophane blue plate, with cream cheese and gobs of fresh strawberry jam. The old wood floor sways, under you, then the fiddle, then the blues. A quick swig of whiskey, and from somewhere far off the 3am f

3

3

I haven't doneone self-less thing yet in this relationship. five-foot-andtwo skinny in boy shorts, talking about marriage.

Not a Coffee-Drinker

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Not a Coffee-Drinker

I passed a girl in the Infinite on my way home after poetry class chirping into her cell phone, brightly colored textbooks tucked under one arm, and sipping coffee from a white coffee cup with her hair tied back. A second later I was in Cafe 4, tacked to the end of its permanent queue in my right hand a paper cup filled 3/4 of the way with Green Mountain Brand hazelnut brew from the ('Excuse me!', 'Sorry!') thermoses in back. My new coffee, sitting like lead and dirt heavy in the white cup was just now beginning to burn my hand from the other side of the container's just-too-thin walls. With a quick flash of my ID at t

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Summer before college we looked for outcroppings of rhyolite; a rock glass-like, that has been known to come alive by earth's heat and walk slowly across the land. We picked at the valley floor with sticks parted tall grass while the cool slopes on either side grew like trees overhead. Floods raze the land, you said, waving a bent stick at a stream that was not quite a river, only a tame curve visible. And I thought such a biblical way of starting over; of course there's nothing to find here. Then where? We knew what we would see. Record of a red hot earth before the path and chattering trees, and th

Veii --edit 2

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Veii --edit 2

I, too, was once a warrior, stone solid, huffing dust. Standing brilliant in the first light. And I, too, have been metal-faced and grey staring down the ranks of Veii, their tall and writhing lines.  Faces inscrutable as the might of men. I have known bravery to break the charge. With eyes dry and spear raised high, I fall kings in line, leaders of men unbelieving, and all unhearing; Or on horseback I flee, up the Tiber and free, without a backward bend, from the clamor and the cries of them. Spear and shield and helmet abandoned in my haste.
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boy and the morning blue

cinnamon bay on the last day

Lunch Date with Frank O'Hara

L

Lunch Date with Frank O'Hara

It rained today and I'm moving, aware that my hair is huge and flopping in the daylight I'm walking by, an old man bends an eye toward me a group of school boys with shirts all breezy, lean on the number 1 busstop A truck passes and shakes everything the sun falls out from behind clouds It's about noon, and I'm on the edge of traffic looking hard for your shape a pocket Rachmaninoff that I don't remember or recognize plays in my ear.  It's not this one but this is a good one.  The streets are cooking getting hotter now, I open my physics book "Nothing is real," it tells me. no, wait, "Nothing is definite" So I sit dow

Conversations

C

Conversations

Why do you come back, brown bird flying, to the same branch on a bare Mass.Ave? Is it this place, the early morning mathematician's quiet task? What are we missing, brown bird singing love songs to a crosswalk light? When no one walks by no soul walks by what holds you here at night? I hear you're from faraway a land I'm lonely for, I hear it in your accent first a little, then more. I know you're there, dear bird, reading numbers off my page. I know you but my sloppy lines still shy from your heavy gaze. Tell me are we right or wrong, is this the world you know? Warn me if we're losing track of ou

2

2

My friend, I've made it, sorry for the wait, it's a long way up the narrow stairs to your room from the night outside with no moon, so intelligent and lonely we are, I'm happy to see you. And you, you're a reflection in the open window. I'm wide-eyed and I can't shut up. God, it's so easy to lose it all in this place. There's no more sleep left. I grow thin in the green light, so we have bagels from the dumpster on a cellophane blue plate, with cream cheese and gobs of fresh strawberry jam. The old wood floor sways, under you, then the fiddle, then the blues. A quick swig of whiskey, and from somewhere far off the 3am f

3

3

I haven't doneone self-less thing yet in this relationship. five-foot-andtwo skinny in boy shorts, talking about marriage.

Not a Coffee-Drinker

N

Not a Coffee-Drinker

I passed a girl in the Infinite on my way home after poetry class chirping into her cell phone, brightly colored textbooks tucked under one arm, and sipping coffee from a white coffee cup with her hair tied back. A second later I was in Cafe 4, tacked to the end of its permanent queue in my right hand a paper cup filled 3/4 of the way with Green Mountain Brand hazelnut brew from the ('Excuse me!', 'Sorry!') thermoses in back. My new coffee, sitting like lead and dirt heavy in the white cup was just now beginning to burn my hand from the other side of the container's just-too-thin walls. With a quick flash of my ID at t

View-

V

View-

Summer before college we looked for outcroppings of rhyolite; a rock glass-like, that has been known to come alive by earth's heat and walk slowly across the land. We picked at the valley floor with sticks parted tall grass while the cool slopes on either side grew like trees overhead. Floods raze the land, you said, waving a bent stick at a stream that was not quite a river, only a tame curve visible. And I thought such a biblical way of starting over; of course there's nothing to find here. Then where? We knew what we would see. Record of a red hot earth before the path and chattering trees, and th

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To simplify my life a bit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/a-robot/ That's where the new stuff is going :)

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i just finished my fourth essay.  I will post it up here as soon as it is chewed up and spit out by my writing class.

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I have featured your work in this news article (it was too big for a journal):
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Such gorgeous work. :nod:
Hello random deviant! :D
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Lovely gallery!
Hey, just wanted to tell you how much I'm loving your gallery. You've probably just discovered a whole bunch of fav/collection add messages with my name on them...
heya lulu,

any idea where you're going for the summer?
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that's really all you got, you got small hands