BROTHER CIRCUS,
BROTHER CLOWN
Frank O'Hara's day it's not. 'Totally abashed and
smiling, I walk in, sit down, and face the frigidaire.'
If this was 1956 again I'd at least be at the Cedar
Tavern with all those other fellows, drinking the same
joy-juice of life they all drank. Whatever it was, and
whatever its color, I want some of that.
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I'm tired of the same forlorn love and fire;
everywhere I go, the listless ships at sea are
flanking the journey, abandoning me. Too soon
for the fire, I go. I need a trapeze, without a
net, and some swinging before I let go.
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