I can only stand so much
O'Hara at one time like
being tickled as a child
up along the thigh muscles
that was the worst
howling like virtue he
cannot be tragic
barefoot in the cool
grass chased by ruthless
giraffes objets d'art or truth
you don't find he wants
to possess you to replace
your mind with his
though sometimes he makes
me want to read only him
his amused absorbed and
free life like his friends
still flesh in his words.
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