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
JAMES RUGGIA
Endless Capture
It began small. They talked off a fleabag hotel's night clerk
for a few
hundred bucks. Talked faster to out the hard earned
bucks of working
gulls. They sought bigger better cons, stepping
stones to a rose
and eucalyptus ground above the wash of blame.
They swept the counter clean and spilled a terrible pleasure into
what had been so
very hungry. Then debonair they made the rounds
of high toupee
and bright station. This paunchy, bald wheeler
dealer's fine
defects charmed the nation's money men, buyers
epilepted on their campaign, but when the files hit the open air
managers emerged
from departments on fire as they scrambled from
the unpaid
ruins of their con empire. Once captured, our stars,
voice breaking in
front of 13 cameras, had a message to preach,
if they could
reach just one person's prayers. Turn on a light to
watch the roaches
walk to reach a side door beyond the crowd.
[Originally
published in NHS 1998, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs98/ruggia.html.]