After your first poetry reading <br />I shook hands with you <br />and got a hard-on. Thank you. <br />We know that old trees <br />can not feel a thing <br />when the green tips burst <br />through the tough bark in spring, <br />but that's the way it felt, <br />that's the Objective Correlative <br />between us poets, love: <br />a wholly unexpected pain <br />of something new breaking out <br />with something old about it <br />like your new radical poems <br />those audible objects of love <br />breaking out through nerves <br />as you sweated up on stage, <br />going raw into painful air <br />for everyone to know.<br /><br />Alan Dugan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-107/
