"before winedrunk" poem of the day 10.01.13

pretzels & frank o’hara

the copy of lunch poems

    kris gave me sits on the counter

in the staff room

       next to my can of mountain dew

i’m eating pretzels

  it’s 3 o’clock

    & i’ve gotta go back to work

but dear frank o’hara

     had words that couldn’t be late

for lunch

    words that had new york city in their grasp

its empire state building

                                      broadway

                                                      harlem

times square

                   brooklyn/queens

i got pittsburgh

      3 rivers

& a 40-cent bag of

     sour dough pretzels

in mine

                                                1994