I was never as good
A poet as you were
When I met him,
I could never impress
Him the way you could,
Lacking the natural
Talent you have,
Even though my professors
Saw me for more
Than I was,
When they saw you
For what you were,
Celebrating Ginsberg’s
Birthday once,
He looking over my body
Rather than my body of work,
While I mistook him
To believe me great
When all he really wanted
From me is to give him
A blow job,
Making me that much
More cautious
When it came to Koch
I felt so humble with him,
Knowing I could never
Satisfy him with anything
I might do,
Not even anything oral,
He, living in a whole other
Universe than mine,
A universe I could
Glimpse at a distance
But never get where
You got,
And I still can’t.
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