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 ...
"Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,There is not nothing, no, no, ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
Whene'er I drink of Friezland ale,Drawn from an old brown bottle;I feel as if a summer mornWas running down my ...
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
Oh, had I lived in the good old days, When the Ichthyosaurus ramped around, ...
Tonight my children hunch Toward their Western, and are glad As, with a Sunday punch, The Good casts out the ...
The surgical mask, the rubber teat Are singed, give off an evil smell. You seem to weep more now that ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
Because I am mad about women I am mad about the hills,' Said that wild old wicked man Who travels ...
Three men I saw beside a bar, Regarding o'er their bottle, A frog who smoked a rank cigar They'd jammed ...
Before you can learn the trees, you have to learn The language of the trees. That's done indoors, Out of ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
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