And you read those words
I was looking for poetry/ that night/ between the thunder and the siren/ as you read/ against the rain/ against the names of Ginsberg and Lawrence/ as sweat began to smell on my body/ and you read those words/ I read these/ and there was poetry/ though no one reads poetry/ against the ocean of rain/

Kerouac at your fingertips/ Spicer in my hands/ and we laugh/ you laugh/ the jazz of it all/ you read J. Alfred Prufrock/ he reads the OED/ aloud/ cheap gin and cheaper wine/ a hundred visions and revisions/ do I dare?/ this poem/ written on newspaper/ is a tribute to that one/ against the rain/ in the night/ reading poetry/.