As Planned

I was flicking through an old notebook earlier and a copy of this poem fell out. It's not one of my favourite O'Haras, but I'm just kind of in this mood at the moment so it feels pretty apt.

As Planned - Frank O'Hara
After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called
La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that
is all you know words not their feelings
or what they mean and you write because
you know them not because you understand them
because you don't you are stupid and lazy
and will never be great but you do
what you know because what else is there?