Frank

Tailoring O’Hara slacks
I’ll be frank, scarlet never was
My colour or my kind of girl
I’ll run instead of talking and
I’ll sing instead of working and
You’ll find me sipping coke
Somewhere with one of many lovers
In those lemon yellow shoes, the
Ones that look American, which is
Why I think you like them, which is
Why you think I wear them, which is
Enough for the moment, which is
All there is.

Like the starlings in the hedgerows
With no notion of tomorrow
Delighted by sunrise;
This is the last straw
Chewed to spite you
By somebody else;
In the morning I will love you -
Remember myself.