“Is it too much to ask for a rondel about a holographic Frank O’Hara and I using the light from the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier to spark our spliffs?”
We take our silent turn;
Hologram Frank and I
Simple stretching of fire
We light a spliff and churn.
He talks and I yearn.
The smoke climbs high
Hologram Frank and I
We take our silent turn.