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.]