Poems by Gregory Corso
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Gregory Corso
... Gem of Death's supremest blue The flyer will crash his death will differ ...
Destiny
... ger-Spiritcomes to your doorthough lockedIt'll enter like an electric midwifeand deliver the message ...
Last Night I Drove A Car
... not knowing how to drive ...
I Held A Shelley Manuscript
... as they reached into Death and tightened!O sovereign was my touch ...
I Am 25
... Then at night in the confidence of their homes ...
The Mad Yak
... That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap ...
Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday
... I feel I want to be wise with white hair in a tall library ...
The American Way
... the famous night club comedian together at Valley ...
1959
... there is no life, no death, no nothingall is meaningless, ...
America Politica Historia, in Spontaneity
... He is Madison Avenue, handsome, in-the-know, and superstitious ...
Transformation & Escape
... Francis. Gasping in the confectionery of his gentility ...
The Whole Mess ... Almost
... Laughing I threw it out, kitchen sink and all ...
Writ on the Steps of Puerto Rican Harlem
... I’d a humor save me from amateur philosophy ...
Bomb
... Fields will kneel proud beneath the halleluyahs of the wind ...
Birthplace Revisited
... building. The garbage cans haven't stopped ...
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