Gregory Corso Poems (19 Poems)
Bomb (Gregory Corso Poems)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the … Continue reading
Elegiac Feelings American (Gregory Corso Poems)
1How inseparable you and the America you saw yet was neverthere to see; you and America, like the tree and theground, are one the same; yet how like a palm treein the state of Oregon. . . dead ere it … Continue reading
The American Way (Gregory Corso Poems)
1I am a great AmericanI am almost nationalistic about it!I love America like a madness!But I am afraid to return to AmericaI’m even afraid to go into the American Express- 2They are frankensteining Christ in Americain their Sunday campaignsThey are … Continue reading
Marriage (Gregory Corso Poems)
Should I get married? Should I be Good?Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?Don’t take her to movies but to cemeteriestell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinetsthen desire her and kiss her and all … Continue reading
America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity (Gregory Corso Poems)
O this political air so heavy with the bellsand motors of a slow night, and no place to restbut rain to walk-How it rings the Washington streets!The umbrella’d congressmen; the rapping tiresof big black cars, the shoulders of lobbyistscaught under … Continue reading
Transformation & Escape (Gregory Corso Poems)
1 I reached heaven and it was syrupy.It was oppressively sweet.Croaking substances stuck to my knees.Of all substances St. Michael was stickiest.I grabbed him and pasted him on my head.I found God a gigantic fly paper.I stayed out of his … Continue reading
Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday (Gregory Corso Poems)
a slow thoughtful spontaneous poem I am 32 years oldand finally I look my age, if not more. Is it a good face what’s no more a boy’s face?It seems fatter. And my hair,it’s stopped being curly. Is my nose … Continue reading
1959 (Gregory Corso Poems)
Uncomprising year-I see no meaning to life.Though this abled self is here nonetheless,either in trade gold or grammaticness,I drop the wheelwright’s simple principle-Why weave the garland? Why ring the bell? Penurious butchery these notoriously human years,these confident births these lucid … Continue reading
To a downfallen rose (Gregory Corso Poems)
When I laid aside the verses of Mimnermus,I lived a life of canned heat and raw hands,alone, not far from my body did I wander,walked with a hope of a sudden dreamy forest of gold.O rose, downfallen, bend your huge … Continue reading
The Whole Mess… Almost (Gregory Corso Poems)
I ran up six flights of stairsto my small furnished roomopened the windowand began throwing outthose things most important in life First to go, Truth, squealing like a fink:“Don’t! I’ll tell awful things about you!”“Oh yeah! Well, I’ve nothing to … Continue reading
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