I'm looking for any insight on the poem "Walking to Work" (1952) by Frank O'Hara. I feel like the meanings are just escaping me, and I can't find any analysis on the Internet to support/challenge my ideas. Here is the poem in full.
It's going to be the sunny side from now on. Get out, all of you. This is my traffic over the night and how should I range my pride each oceanic morning like a cutter if I confuse the dark world is round round who in my eyes at morning saves nothing from nobody? I'm becoming the street. Who are you in love with? me? Straight against the light I cross.