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 axe
 Catapult Da Vinci  tomahawk Cochise  flintlock Kidd  dagger Rathbone
  Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine  Pushkin  Dillinger  Bogart
And hath not St. Michael a burning sword  St. George a lance  David a sling
Bomb  you are as cruel as man makes you  and you're no crueller than cancer
 All Man hates you  they'd rather die by car-crash  lightning  drowning
Falling off a roof  electric-chair  heart-attack  old age  old age  O Bomb
  They'd rather die by anything but you  Death's finger is free-lance
 Not up to man whether you boom or not  Death has long since distributed its
 categorical blue  I sing thee Bomb  Death's extravagance  Death's jubilee
 Gem of Death's supremest blue  The flyer will crash  his death will differ
  with the climbor who'll fall  to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork
Some die by swamp  some by sea  and some by the bushy-haired man in the night
 O there are deaths like witches of Arc  Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff
  No-feeling deaths like birth-death  sadless deaths like old pain Bowery
 Abandoned deaths  like Capital Punishment  stately deaths like senators
 And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx  girls on Vogue covers  my own
  I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is  I can only imagine
   Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview  I scope
   a city  New York City  streaming  starkeyed  subway shelter
    Scores and scores  A fumble of humanity  High heels bend
      Hats whelming away  Youth forgetting their combs
     Ladies not knowing what to do  with their shopping bags
      Unperturbed gum machines  Yet dangerous 3rd rail
     Ritz Brothers  from the Bronx  caught in the A train
        The smiling Schenley poster will always smile
         Impish death  Satyr Bomb  Bombdeath
          Turtles exploding over Istanbul
            The jaguar's flying foot
            soon to sink in arctic snow
          Penguins plunged against the Sphinx
            The top of the Empire state
          arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily
        Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens
           St. Sophia peeling over Sudan
          O athletic Death  Sportive Bomb
           the temples of ancient times
            their grand ruin ceased
           Electrons  Protons  Neutrons
            gathering Hersperean hair
          walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady
             joining marble helmsmen
           entering the final ampitheater
          with a hymnody feeling of all Troys
            heralding cypressean torches
            racing plumes and banners
        and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace
           Lo the visiting team of Present
             the home team of Past
           Lyre and tube together joined
          Hark the hotdog soda olive grape
           gala galaxy robed and uniformed
           commissary  O the happy stands
           Ethereal root and cheer and boo
          The billioned all-time attendance
             The Zeusian pandemonium
              Hermes racing Owens
             The Spitball of Buddha
              Christ striking out
             Luther stealing third
           Planeterium Death  Hosannah Bomb
          Gush the final rose  O Spring Bomb
          Come with thy gown of dynamite green
           unmenace Nature's inviolate eye
            Before you the wimpled Past
         behind you the hallooing Future  O Bomb
            Bound in the grassy clarion air
            like the fox of the tally-ho
         thy field the universe thy hedge the geo
        Leap Bomb  bound Bomb  frolic zig and zag
        The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag
           Stick angels on your jubilee feet
          wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat
          You are due and behold you are due
           and the heavens are with you
         hosanna incalescent glorious liaison
        BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM
          Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace
        spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep
            set forth awful agenda
       Carrion stars  charnel planets  carcass elements
      Corpse the universe  tee-hee finger-in-the-mouth hop
           over its long long dead Nor
          From thy nimbled matted spastic eye
          exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls
           From thy appellational womb
         spew birth-gusts of of great worms
            Rip open your belly Bomb
       from your belly outflock vulturic salutations
       Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps
           along the brink of Paradise
            O Bomb  O final Pied Piper
        both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz
             God abandoned mock-nude
        beneath His thin false-talc's apocalypse
            He cannot hear thy flute's
            happy-the-day profanations
       He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear
          His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax
           Clogged clarions untrumpet Him
            Sealed angels unsing Him
           A thunderless God  A dead God
           O Bomb  thy BOOM His tomb
        That I lean forward on a desk of science
         an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose
       half-smart about wars  bombs  especially bombs
       That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love
        That I can't exist in a world that consents
      a child in a park  a man dying in an electric-chair
          That I am able to laugh at all things
     all that I know and do not know  thus to conceal my pain
       That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man
     knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men
        and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship
             That I am manifold
          a man pursuing the big lies of gold
           or a poet roaming in bright ashes
          or that which I imagine myself to be
        a shark-toothed sleep  a man-eater of dreams
         I need not then be all-smart about bombs
       Happily so  for if I felt bombs were caterpillars
         I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies
            There is a hell for bombs
           They're there  I see them there
           They sit in bits and sing songs
          mostly German songs
           And two very long American songs
          and they wish there were more songs
         especially Russian and Chinese songs
         and some more very long American songs
          Poor little Bomb that'll never be
           an Eskimo song  I love thee
            I want to put a lollipop
              in thy furcal mouth
          A wig of Goldilocks on thy baldy bean
         and have you skip with me Hansel and Gretel
            along the Hollywoodian screen
           O Bomb in which all lovely things
         moral and physical anxiously participate
        O fairylike plucked from the
             grandest universe tree
           O piece of heaven which gives
          both mountain and anthill a sun
        I am standing before your fantastic lily door
        I bring you Midgardian roses  Arcadian musk
        Reputed cosmetics from the girls of heaven
         Welcome me  fear not thy opened door
          nor thy cold ghost's grey memory
         nor the pimps of indefinite weather
           their cruel terrestial thaw
             Oppenheimer is seated
           in the dark pocket of Light
          Fermi is dry in Death's Mozambique
            Einstein his mythmouth
        a barnacled wreath on the moon-squid's head
      Let me in  Bomb  rise from that pregnant-rat corner
        nor fear the raised-broom nations of the world
             O Bomb I love you
        I want to kiss your clank  eat your boom
          You are a paean  an acme of scream
           a lyric hat of Mister Thunder
            O resound thy tanky knees
           BOOM ye skies and BOOM ye suns
          BOOM BOOM ye moons  ye stars BOOM
          nights ye BOOM  ye days ye BOOM
        BOOM BOOM ye winds  ye clouds ye rains
          go BANG ye lakes  ye oceans BING
          Barracuda BOOM and cougar BOOM
           Ubangi BOOM  orangutang
        BING BANG BONG BOOM  bee bear baboon
            ye BANG ye BONG ye BING
           the tail the fin the wing
        Yes  Yes  into our midst a bomb will fall
        Flowers will leap in joy their roots aching
     Fields will kneel proud beneath the halleluyahs of the wind
      Pinkbombs will blossom  Elkbombs will perk their ears
     Ah many a bomb that day will awe the bird a gentle look
        Yet  not enough to say a bomb will fall
         or even contend celestial fire goes out
        Know that the earth will madonna the Bomb
    that in the hearts of men to come more bombs will be born
      magisterial bombs wrapped in ermine  all beautiful
       and they'll sit plunk on earth's grumpy empires
          fierce with moustaches of gold