Pictures At An Exhibition

Pictures at an Exhibition I recently saw the ghosts of beat poet visionaries staring lonely, from pictures at an exhibition Ginsburg, Corso, Snyder, Kerouac, and Cassady the murderer’s row of the desolation angels line-up smoking cigarettes on dingy New York fire escapes eyes squinting into the brutal mid-day sun of Tangiers chanting Buddhist mantras in Golden Gate Park posed with arms around each other in Mexico City with the fires of holy imagination burning in their faces My heroes, the ones that lit my blaze of spirit and urged me to write with their heat and passion burdened souls, searching out the mysteries of rhythm and god hidden inside hip, jazz phrasings My heart swelled with gratitude and for a moment, they were friends ghosts grown much larger than life urging me to walk in their footsteps…