H e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s b e r g
N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i v e s E d i t i o n
improv poem while driving at 67mph
Down on I-65 at 67 mph
I cannot do 68 bec its illegal number
That number can eat you
in the amount of time as if you were blowing dead eyelashes from
your finger and make wish that never came. Which is faster? The
eyelashes or the wish. How I wish for the bees fumbling in the
midair as my car passing the purple flower among 65. Be sure to
cover your ears because the bee sure give out pretty darn swearings.
Have u seen bee dance? If you do, you are damn too close!
Forgive me I am supposed to say something that will impress you but
honestly in my heart, I am thinking of these reality shows at 67
mph. Forgive me bro. Now looking for the telephone pole.
See one in a mile or less
[Originally published in NHS 2003, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs03/cook.html.]