Saturday, June 20, 2015

Radio by Frank O'Hara


Why do you play such dreary music
on Saturday afternoon, when tired
mortally tired I long for a little
reminder of immortal energy?
week long while I trudge fatinguingly
from desk to desk in the museum
you spill your miracles of Grieg
and Honegger on shut-ins.
                   Am I not
shut in too, and after a week
of work don’t I deserve Prokofieff?
Well, I have my beautiful de Kooning
to aspire to. I think it has an orange
bed in it, more than the ear can hold.

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