Gregory Corso (26 March 1930 – 17 January 2001 / New York City, New York)
Poems of Gregory Corso
|2.||America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity||4/15/2010|
|6.||Elegiac Feelings American||4/15/2010|
|9.||I Am 25||1/13/2003|
|10.||I Held A Shelley Manuscript||1/13/2003|
|11.||Last Night I Drove A Car||1/13/2003|
|13.||The American Way||4/15/2010|
|14.||The Mad Yak||1/13/2003|
|15.||The Whole Mess... Almost||4/15/2010|
|16.||To a downfallen rose||6/17/2003|
|17.||Transformation & Escape||4/15/2010|
|18.||Writ On The Eve Of My 32nd Birthday||4/15/2010|
|19.||Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem||4/15/2010|
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!