The Poet’s Cemetery Of Texas
Frank O’Hara was partying
on Padre Island last spring break.
When a Spanish galleon ran aground
and crushed him against a heterosexual.
I was there when they dragged him free.
His sailor suit torn to shreds.
He was barely (pun intended) alive
and reciting a poem about fiery places.
Of course, he showed no interest in bikini-clad girls,
but they showed a morbid interest in him.
He died on the way to the hospital
and Texas claimed another poet.