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.
