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