To Ken Kesey & Neal Cassady Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

If lost in yourself
there's no need to be found

As the self-disenfranchised,
circle around

They question and lecture,
and spew out their grief

To lure you within,
their false broken beliefs

"You really don't get it, man, "
they sing from their bus

They say "You're unhip"
and "You need to be us"

The chanting of laughter,
they march to inane

Where a prank on themselves
—waits in drug induced shame

(Villanova, Pennsylvania: December,2020)