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Mothers
of America |
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let your kids go to the movies! |
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get them out of the house so they won't
know what you're up to |
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it's true that fresh air is good for the
body |
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but
what about the soul |
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that grows in darkness, embossed by silvery
images |
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and when you grow old as grow old you
must |
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they
won't hate you |
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they won't criticize you they won't
know |
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they'll
be in some glamorous country |
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they first saw on a Saturday afternoon or
playing hookey |
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they may even be grateful to you |
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for
their first sexual experience |
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which only cost you a quarter |
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and
didn't upset the peaceful home |
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they will know where candy bars come
from |
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and
gratuitous bags of popcorn |
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as gratuitious as leaving the movie before
it's over |
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with a pleasant stranger whose apartment is
in the Heaven on Earth Bldg |
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near the Williamsburg Bridge |
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oh
mothers you will have made the little tykes |
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so happy because if nobody does pick them
up in the movies |
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they won't know the difference |
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and
if somebody does it'll be sheer gravy |
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and they'll have been truly entertained either way |
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instead of hanging around the yard |
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or
up in their room |
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hating
you |
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prematurely since you won't have done
anything horribly mean yet |
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except keeping them from the darker
joys |
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it's
unforgivable the latter |
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so don't blame me if you won't take this
advice |
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and
the family breaks up |
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and your children grow old and blind in
front of a TV set |
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seeing |
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movies you wouldn't let them see when they
were young |
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Frank O'Hara
(1926-1966) |