Are you trying to hurt me? Sure, we've had our ups* and downs** since this site took flight, but never has your negligence to alert me to matters of great significance left such a devastating break in my heartskin, my neck which connects passion to gravy. I am OF COURSE referring to THIS: knowledge of the existence of TWO POEMS by BARACK OBAMA, which I should have seen coming anyway since "Barack Obama" is a PERFECT ANAGRAM of "Frank O'Hara".
When and how will you mend me?
Your frenemy,DOPE.
* More like YOU've had MY ups.
** i.e. September
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"Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine, and
Makes me smell his smell, coming"
Ok, I'm not going to come right ought and *SAY* that this poem is about pissing, child abuse and ejaculation, possibly of B.O., but, you know, less tenable interpretations of poems have been credited.
And the second one has something of the Imagiste about it. Classic understatement-as-overstatement. Particularly that last line.
You know, I almost, actually, like it.
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