oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much
—Frank O’Hara
find me the
oopsies! all
of them, no
longer cooped like a jailbird
is my way. hey, i’m no
saint, but living as always for the
holy whispering breeze.
and when my time comes, i’m
not going to give it like a
dum-dum, not going to
freeze up or be inefficient. i’ll
readily free up my programming, make it seem
easy, release in sensational outward
explosion, sparks driven every which way, not into a broken self combust.
