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