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
They come by the hundreds
to pin their sighs on long sheets
of harbor wind.
on easy fatigue as the afternoon's stout oaks
Cycle clusters whine by;
shiny meteors, crouched heads.
An old clown wears big Florsheim loafers,
a foil hat, red nose and blowing pants of gold lamé.
The day's woolly light weaves waves on the Lower Bay,
the gong struck sun shines and shimmers.
[Originally published in NHS 2000, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs00/ruggia.html.]