Frank O'Hara - Naphtha lyrics

Ah Jean Dubuffet when you think of him doing his military service in the Eiffel Tower as a meteorologist in 1922 you know how wonderful the 20th century can be and the gaited Iroquois on the girders fierce and unflinching-footed nude as they should be slightly empty like a Sonia Delaunay there is a parable of speed somewhere behind the Indians' eyes they invented the century with their horses and their fragile backs which are dark we owe a debt to the Iroquois and to Duke Ellington for playing in the buildings when they are built we don't do much ourselves but f** and think of the haunting Métro and the one who didn't show up there while we were waiting to become part of our century just as you can't make a hat out of steel and still wear it who wears hats anyway it is our tribe's custom to beguile how are you feeling in ancient September I am feeling like a truck on a wet highway how can you you were made in the image of god I was not I was made in the image of a sissy truck driver and Jean Dubuffet painting his cows "with a likness burst in the memory" apart from love (don't say it) I am ashamed of my century for being so entertaining but I have to smile