Saturday, July 11, 2015


Half of a Holiday Inn Poem

         Is it dirty
         does it look dirty
         that’s what you think of in the city
                                         —Frank O’Hara

Drawing of Damir divulging.
Everybody disagrees but me.
Not half possible. I take a third
of the one of the two beds.  Only
the two of us, fighting that beautiful
fight (sleep being “top priority” vs.
“complete waste of time”).....

After the which (those damned
shooters!) I’m about to order
another one.  So, after a somersault
(what a lovely thing to do!) these
silly little ditties.  Including a
graphic depiction of a bottle
of olive oil. 

Yes, as always, it’s saying
“Hello!” and “Good morning!”
to me.  Among other things.