When I was a child
--- Frank O'Hara
(Selected Poems) |
Sometimes I don't understand how people
came across the concept of "fun";
it was probably
only abstracted as an opposite to sadness.
Because my songs are brief,
People think I hoarded words.
I have spared nothing in my songs.
There is nothing I can add.
Unlike a fish, my soul swims without gills.
I sing on one breath.