ode to A Great poet

my brain is a little pasted    
   
from age,and getting wasted    
   
my haze from coffee and buffets  
 
does not stop flashbacks of
 
lines from her plays  
 
they echo on in memory  
   
as lately, her pen is doing some r & r    
 
i remember that poem...  
 
...a line of coke on her belly
 
tempting her partner to sniff    
   
Awaiting a grab at her hair down there
 
he doesn't quite sense he's got the green light    
   
those scattered shards of abandoNed factory windows    
   
sparkling in snow    
   
coNdoms discarded by An old mattress    
   
a prostitute frozen to the Ground
   
worries for a sister who might discoveR her  
 
constant amazement at having lived to see a brIght new day    
   
her poetry of wild wild rides on  
 
life's seNsuous bouquet    
   
i never fail to arrive safely back to earth with    
   
her trademark dollop of offhand innocence    
   
nostalgia is good, the future is great    
   
a hearty bon voyage  
   
on journeys that await!