J-Law has collapsed!
I wasn’t even watching the Oscars.
It started as a dress
and ended in stairs,
but who has time to eat? It’s
hard to wear Dior Haute Couture.
Rain can make you fall in love.
Today you’re like a whiteout.
Was the storm lined with gold
and silver? Suddenly I see that
J-LAW HAS COLLAPSED!
There is no country for angels.
There is no fire to catch onto.
I have been to many themed parties
and gotten both tarred and feathered,
but I never looked very swan-like.
Oh, Jen, nothing’s funny. Never die.
Lunch Poems, first published in 1964 as Number 19 in the City Lights Pocket Poets series, is widely considered to be Frank O’Hara’s freshest and most accomplished collection of poetry. That’s what it says on the back of his book. Fifty years later, Paul Legault clicked the refresh button. This expanded and enhanced version was written by Legault during his lunch breaks. Often this poet, strolling through the noisy splintered glare of a Manhattan noon, has opened a window on his laptop to type up thirty or forty lines of ruminations, or pondering more deeply has withdrawn to a darkened dive or gay bar to limn his computed misunderstandings of the eternal questions of life, co-existence and depth, while never forgetting to eat Lunch, his favorite meal. . . .
Four volumes of Paul Legault’s poems have previously been published: The Madeleine Poems (Omnidawn Publishing), The Other Poems (Fence Books), The Emily Dickinson Reader (McSweeney’s Press), and Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror 2 (Fence Books).