Yes

I'll be your Cassady
If you'll be my Kerouac
And we'll go on mad adventures
After I drive from SF to NY
Show up at your doorstep
Shout frantic greetings and then
Off we go my dear Jack!

And then we'll switch roles and
I'll take notes of the goings on
And you will sweat and say
Yes, yass, YES!
As the trumpet man blows
And the feet jump to the beat
And we'll look for our excellent
Patron Beard Allen Ginsberg
Find him among the twinkling stars
Tuning the starry dynamo
That shelters us all from
       void
With a wispy ethereal angelic faerie fork
Attuned to all life's vibrations
BIG & small.

CARPE ESTRELLUM