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

Arriving in Santa Monica (for D. F-S)

Driving into the dangerous blankness of a desert

as a vastness to enter, like light passing through

stained glass into an enormous openness beyond

the ruined corner of a fence, through a pasture

where hyacinths sweet basil and bright anemones

shiver in the pure clarity of the annihilating sunlight

as everything dissolves, scatters and smashes into whiteness

the way a candle brightens

freshens and glows

in its broken open ness

light

streaming through it.

[From the author’s Santa Monica Notebook, originally published in NHS 2006, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs06/Roark.htm.]