Intellectual heritage or Poem for Plagiarists

i improved walt whitman today
went through and crossed out and made pleasing
drew my lover's face in the margins (though it is not a marginal face)
drew it right into the wildest largest passions,
the expression of a poorly made man.
sweet and strong.
with eyes of shell and lapis lazuli.
my love is made of soft gypsum (and rough gypsy),
when my lover wears the ketchup
his beard is licked with flame
he likes to wash it,
and i like to wash it.

until jets of love, hot and enormous
blast those little red shoes right off my feet!
and send me flying
into savannah, georgia
and a park walk.
you aren't nearly as good at describing women, walt.