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.
1984
One
end of love, the red day extinguishes
trouble again with fires, stories, goodbyes
what nights estrange me like math facilitates
this mediocre oblivion we call earth
The
moon alone in the middle of the sky
sleeps like library columns, the stars out the
window
adopt my house & send my thoughts racing
off in a van to get my hands on the night
Oh
love, oh night of blood raging like rivers
through these impenetrable waters that sleep
like windows to drown my temptation
Hurry
I’m alone & can’t sleep there’s space
for you here with me in the night sky
where my pulse is racing larger than the
waters of the Rio Grande
[Originally published in NHS 1996, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs96/index.html#19.]