(for Ron H.)
A friend of mine – fellow
poet – likes Bukowski while I
much prefer Frost
he disdains Ferlinghetti
can’t understand why I don’t
says Dickinson has no beat
we share a fondness for
Ginsburg’s rants, Stein and
Plath, part ways on Whitman –
my cure for insomnia,
his touchstone in grass
Over cold beers we muse
about paying our poets dues
knowing that once we finally,
finally get it right
others will someday gladly,
vociferously disagree
about the two of us.
Ponderable polemics, poetic 