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

THOMAS R. PETERS, Jr.

XVI

Alone in my trousers on top of the mesa

I’m so overwhelmed with my brother planets

I dance with he local reptiles

in complete understanding of the

multiplicity of the universe

Nachos fill my heart with the true

spirit of the tango.

Like the constellations above me,

my heart palpitates with the dive

speed of a meteor shower

I’m so sick of the profound delicacy

of all these crybaby poets around here

I feel like locking myself in my room with

just a bottle of tequila &

58 channels of cable TV.

Oh my darling I’m without sleep,

but still you accompany me in all my dreams

including the one of soapbubbles & unquenchable love.