On The Beat And Off

an hour ago
I was
on the road
with Kerouac
hit the road
Jack …
in the wasteland
on one of those roads
not taken
as Eliot, Frost
and I danced with
Ferlinghetti
in his mind’s
Coney Island
constantly risking
absurdity
as we
howled
with Ginsberg
hiking mountain
paths gripping our
axe handles
in riprap
with Snyder
as we pondered
Di Prima’s
letters “…with
no other
ransom
than
myself …”

–LE – 11/20/25

Yes, a tribute, mainly to the Beats…