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
Breath Is Like the End of Breath
Breath is like incense-stick smoke––
both trails eventually die off.
The forest trees are like a giant refrigerator
cooling off the universe.
Bears are like invisible space aliens
who sneak up when least expected.
Food is like a thermometer––
best in moderation.
The president is like a pile of wood chips
burning in anger with a single spark.
Civilization is like a slab of concrete
wired for unpredictable electricity.
The internet, like a new motorcycle,
is best driven with helmet & high alert.
Cell phones are like microwave ovens cooking the ear––
like microwave ovens cooking the ear.
Love is like fleeting love––
lucky if followed by more fleeting love.
Death is like a down-filled sleeping bag––
the end of shivering.
All in all, it's a beautiful world
like the mountain lynx one never quite sees.
[Originally published in NHS 2008, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs08/Eliot_Katz.htm.]