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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
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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.
My Prayer
Caitlin, full of Grace
daughter
of the son
of the father
of the underworld
lover
of those
not assembled
in one room
amongst women
blessed is me
who
is left
waiting at
the end of the line
blessed is you
amongst aimees
chelseas, lylas
annes & emilys
blessed is you
at the lesbian ball
amongst the bards
not at college
empowered amongst women
with lots of pubic hair
not impregnated by love
but spirits
poems between leaves
of salmon
in the copper canyons
amongst the Sam Hamills
& Suzanne Amperslans
needing something
shiny & metallic
involving muscles &
birth
divining wisdom
at random
from old dictionaries
found on a bench
besides
long island
the cape
port townsend
san francisco
once a landlocked
child - somewhere
between virginity
& justice
brought up
amongst women
on a hill
fourteen streets
from a mountain
9 X 22
1969's ok
won't you bring me a
moment
of your time
amongst the
garden & the
flowers
where we can't
tell the difference
between Leonard Cohen
& our telephone
conversation
It's 4 in the morning
but I'm afraid
it's not December
the music of Bill Clinton
likes is hard to
remember
I know I'm not
your brother your killer
I once had a phone
sincerely, Al Capone
or something like that
the mountains
full of mist
I walked through
with you have
transformed
from Dublin to Kyoto
every person
must have a dog
to walk down
this path trodden
by people in uniform
sleeping has
become impossible
with you without you
it's really
the garbage & the flowers
in the dumpster
behind the flower
market
& no one's ever
brought me tea
or oranges
or anything
from China
I'd settle
for your orange
hair in my crook
on a summer night
with no hope
of fall interrupting
amongst you
a woman
full of grace
with me
a man.
[Originally published in NHS 2000,http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs00/peters.html.]