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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.]