charm

charming
like an apple
-twinkling apple-
it's charming
so unlike
smell-of-a-skunk
-you're charming, reader-


shy!
like charming under covers
less like an apple
more like a pear
to charm
to think of others:
treasure!

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A HILL
      FRANK O'HARA


Yes, it's disgusting
when you lose
control, but my
wilderness is love


of a kind, no?
And the purity
of my confusion is
there, it's poetry


in love with you
along with me,
both of us love you
in the same "My!"


Yes, but don't be
scared; poetry
is intangible and
there's no purity


in me
outside of love,
which you can easily wreck
and I can lose.


Clouds pass in
my notorious eye
but you, through
all, I see.




POEM
      FRANK O'HARA


When your left arm twitches
it's like sunlight on sugar
to me and my tongue seeks
the sea of your skin, its oily
calm of green light on the floor
of the ocean
                     as in parting,
there's a flutter between us
while I haul down a flag and
you look absently out of
my heart so you won't see
what light one fears in the
sea that I don't want you
to know is of you in me

Now and Forever

by A. Ginsberg, 1992


I'll settle for Immortality-
Not thru the body
    Not thru the eyes
        Star-spangled high mountains
            waning moon over Aspen peaks
But thru words, thru the breath
        of long sentences
loves I have, heart beating
        still,
inspiration continuous, exhalation of
        cadenced affection
These immortal survive America,
            survive the fall of States
        Departure of my body,
            mouth dumb dust
This verse broadcasts desire,
            accomplishment of Desire
Now and forever boys can read
            girls dream, old men cry
Old women sigh
            youth still come.

stars

stars in your circulation
perfect
hm
passion
allusions of life
around you
aberration


still - 
love
and want enough to need
wont to live


"too kind" pity
my sourceless veins


bitter-free-impropriety


design butchering decisions
false skins unhinged
die with me




hm
wont to live
yet death seems promising
death with shoes, at least
life is love and absence death?


(when one realizes he is mostly meaningless yet still somehow loved
nothing changes)


still - 
love or life
why can't it be neither?
they both always interfere
interfering interjections
like the words
"die with me"
and "finish"


stars again
feelings aside
my feelings inside
are stars for stars
enough, yes
hope and agree.