[X] Poem

[Ms. Tay Arrow Sherman]

Oh Frank O'Hara you idiot getting run over by a beach comber when your poetry could have gone on into more lazy French and run-ons and there are so many more cigarettes and movie stars now   I think you would have liked it we miss you here and your poems still sweep us up in New York it's what we think of when we think of New York if we are still thinking at all   The sheer idiocy of it getting run over by a beach comber when there were so many more waiting for you with apples in tight fists and a baseball pie under the other arm