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








My love is voluminous & as big as this house

yours is amazing & complex as an escalator –

the legions ante up & are as simple as

staircases in the dormitory

I’m confused like a pie in the face of self doubt


The new day hits me like errant bugs

I’m cold & deserted like an armenian at Ellis Island

I long for the obscure eroticism of Ceylon

In the fifties – or the clarity of Lao Tze

in the cold antiquity & clarity of

caves of yesterday


Oh I abhor the idea of getting up tomorrow

& creep to bed like a volvo with 900,000 miles on it

& drip like pasta primavera off the dishwasher’s heart


My love is insular & confused as sin

and death follows me past the Our Fathers & Hail Mary’s

past the international boundaries at sea.



[Originally published in NHS 1995, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs95/index.html#11.]