fucked Joe LeSueur but
he was in love with Frank O’Hara
don’t forget how I have made it
so easy for you to be my slave
first of course by being terrific
so you would want to envy me
if you could but you’re too good
don’t forget I am like a beautiful lake
smashed by a highway
I will arrive and drive by
as in the body of a boy I did
craving those cattails when
the water still looked cold
and pure when the sky
took off its clothes
and slid its body in
don’t forget that incoherent meal
of malice and buttered leeks
thinking the only thing I trust
is my
desire to get something done
don’t
forget...
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