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






two hands


i believed in myself

when i was with you

my life made sense

i didn’t worry

i stopped feeling the pressure

my life became workable

and all the time

you were there

with your sighs

and your smiles

willing to hold my hand

when nothing else mattered


preparing the turkish coffee

and rolling our cigarettes after dinner



[Originally published in NHS 1992, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs92/index.html#25.]