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.
1994
More
sober than tanks & twice as pure
next to the desperate & furious palace on
fire
I
float across the sea, unable to eat
while the sun drifts by all dreamy like
Spanish guitars
I
seek to facilitate solitude in the past
where it’s as quiet as murder on the veranda
I
pack my llama for the steep descent
to the austere house of a friend
Which
is as large as it’s quiet
rarely does a traveler pass,
except for the many overhead i the air
Living
in this glass house of silence
I
seek to conquer sin,
suffering & love all before tomorrow
[Originally published in NHS 1997, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs97/index.html#3.]