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 ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I ...
When I was young and ignorant I loved a Miss McDougall,Our days were spent in happiness, although our means were ...
Guido, I wish that Lapo, you, and Icould board a vessel, by transporter beam,that sailed by will alone, wherever seemeddesirable ...
up the ladder and round the bend age spirals like a convolvulus its bells break into the light catching breath ...
the first thing about a man my son is that he's not a woman - and don't let any woman ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
Not the things of the world wealth, power, prestige Christ came to save to lift us from our knees Letting ...
Trying as best I can in the writings that I put down to capture the touch, the feel, the smell, ...
Understanding love, true love, in its nature without condition nothing in the way no matter the hurt, the history no ...
In worship, in sabbath rest spending time with our creator walking in the company of God. Time apart, away from ...
In those moments connected with God the slate clear, no agenda reading the holy scripture meditations, devotions on your words ...
We, as he was, prayerful hopeful, waiting with a heart ready eager for the calling of the Lord to answer, ...
Drinking the waters polluted waters of the world the world's values, agenda losing sight, focus on sources of strength real ...
Three of the matriarchs willful women of our congregation congressing in the parking lot outside the sanctuary sharing a scheme, ...
At the start of the day, a few hours of rest, without agenda or timeline, without to do's and phones ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The Esplanade is just as I left it. Here is the Red Lea Hotel, the Royal, the house we said ...
Is it long as a noodle or fat as an egg? Is it lumpy like a potato or ringed like ...
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