Thursday, September 24, 2015

One thing Ginsberg did
that I loved,
was he advocated
everyone writing poems
to each other, whatever the
occasion. This could be the
preface to any occasional
poem, like:

Sitting at the computer
Where's my friend?
What is his name?
John? Arn? Gil?
Are you all merely smoke?
Burning rings of fire?
The cabbie pointed out
an avocado tree heavy
with fruit. I guess that's
where you are.

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