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Poetry Museum: Frank O'Hara

Posted on the 30 October 2012 by Polycarp55 @polycarp55
Poetry Museum: Frank O'HaraIn Remembrance to a Poem by Frank O' Hara
It is 11:10 in Lakeland a Tuesday
two days after the World Series,
it is 2012 and I brush my teeth pearl white,
because I will get off the cozy couch in my abode
at 1:15 and then go straight to Publix
and I don't know who will buy my chicken.
I walk up the freezing, tree lined, dead end street
and open the mailbox with my small golden key
a stack of unwanted bills and political ads
greet my blue oil pocked hands.
                                        I go on to my deli
and Miss. Calmwater (first name Bernice I once heard)
doesn't even tell me to cut the salami thinner
and I ponder O'Hara as I exhibit the slice,
or did I re-imagine film-scenes  from the Artist,
that dog stole the show, and made me smile; or
was I thinking about my friends I would see,
the images were practically lulling me to sleep
with salami on my slicer.
And then I am asked to help Ms. Cherry
I stroll on to the kitchen cautiously
but my feet slip Chaplinesque from the grease
spilled onto the floor.  I wake up from my dream
and stab the dead chickens.
And I am sweating a lot because it time to go
homeward bound, and so much to clean.
while Patsy Kline sings the lines to Crazy
written by Willie Nelson,
                                  I push my broom faster.  
Influenced by the Format of The Day Lady Died by Frank O'Connor.

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