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
Testament (for Cocteau)
In case our creations are curious
about their authors.
The incomprehensible frightened me—
it was no longer a film
like everything else.
What’s become of me?
That which is unreal
I am in the clouds
into which I have wandered
for an allusion with a great deal of
difficulty and a tough sort of weariness,
only to discover I have nothing
left to say.
[Originally published in NHS 2005, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs05/randy_roark.html.]