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

ELIOT GREENSPAN

So Long, It’s. . .

or maybe now, as in

right now memory

collecting melody

or the mist this morning

a lady bug crawls up my arm

and you decide to live there

unfamiliar smells caught in the

whirlwind of these days

i remember you, and will

remember more

[Originally published in NHS 1995, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs95/index.html#38.]