I JUST GOT TO

Buk
i loved you
not so much for your verse
as your prose
and Jack
known for prose
it was your verse that grabbed me
and, goddamn, my fourteen year old brain
feasting on Desolation Row
and Welcome to the Monkey House
and Hesse's Demian
and later Miller's delicious
phantasmagorical  
whoredom
and Rollins
ranting
and Patti railing  
and Rimbaud,
that genius androgyne hoofing it to Paris
and Lou's walk on the wild side
and Allen haunting the streets of new york
and priestly zen-saint poet Thomas Merton
and fumbling virtuoso Dylan Thomas
and Caldwell
and Nabokov
and all you crazy genius motherfuckers
and, damn, baby,
how you do you do that?
how do you write that?
be that?
touch me like that?
and god knows
it might be
meager  
but, shit, I got to try
i just got to