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








“When a skip tracer can't find his prey, it's a dead skip,” said

Richard. I thought he said “headskip”, as in my wife's secret pill

slip again, reported on the phone tearfully confessed to me in L.A.

(for poetry reading) - 2nd time this problem - less shattering than

initial lies now I think poor pill head wife as I wake in NIGHT OF

THE LIVING DEAD t-shirt on Richard's floor Great Wheel

Buddha festival day my wife of Nosferatu pill head insatiable

struggling as she councils the drug addicted in Free Clinic morbid

superhero like Blade half vampire half Hamlet himself a vampire

hunter poor wifey what do I do?


she's stopped again

do nothing

for now

I Ching logic

and what do I do for


Sit - go

home on a jet -

hold ritual

feast in our

front room

for other

students of

Lama Tharchin


watch TV

go to bed






 [Originally published in NHS 2003, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs03/marc_olmsted.htm.]