I am procrastinating by reading Frank O'Hara poems.

[chupatintas]

I found this one:

Stag club

A prickly beer's like
snow on your asshole--
all the asphodels farting
through a poem by Robert Burns.
Joys of interminable beers!
teeth green as grass, the kiss
under the table upside down
mushrooming and sweet sun
over the bitches, their pears.

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[circumgoy]

I swam beneath the gaze of Robert Burns'(s) muraled eyes while I was in Scotland.

I was pretty sure I posted the journal entry detailing my swims before and beneath Burns, but turns out I did not.