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

RANDY ROARK

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

cannot dream.

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.]