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.