Gregory Corso Poems
|1.||Dream of a Baseball Star||10/5/2015|
|2.||Dream of a Baseball Star||10/5/2015|
|5.||Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday||4/15/2010|
|6.||America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity||4/15/2010|
|7.||Transformation & Escape||4/15/2010|
|8.||The American Way||4/15/2010|
|10.||Elegiac Feelings American||4/15/2010|
|11.||Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem||4/15/2010|
|12.||The Whole Mess... Almost||4/15/2010|
|13.||To A Downfallen Rose||6/17/2003|
|15.||I Held A Shelley Manuscript||1/13/2003|
|17.||The Mad Yak||1/13/2003|
|19.||I Am 25||1/13/2003|
|21.||Last Night I Drove A Car||1/13/2003|
Last Night I Drove A Car
Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
...went 120 through one town.
I stopped at Hedgeville
and slept in the back seat
...excited about my new life.
The Mad Yak
I am watching them churn the last milk they'll ever get from me.
They are waiting for me to die;
They want to make buttons out of my bones.
Where are my sisters and brothers?
That tall monk there, loading my uncle, he has a new cap.
And that idiot student of his--
I never saw that muffler before.
Poor uncle, he lets them load him.
How sad he is, how tired!