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Corso
is definitely in my fave 5
HELLO
© Gregory Corso
It is disastrous to be a wounded deer.
I’m the most wounded, wolves stalk,
and I have my failures, too.
My flesh is caught on the Inevitable Hook!
As a child I saw many things I did not want to be.
Am I the person I did not want to be?
That talks to himself person?
That neighbors-make-fun-of person?
Am I he who, on museum steps, sleeps on his side?
Do I wear the cloth of a man who has failed?
Am I the looney man?
In the great serenade of things,
am I the most canceled passage?
ON THE WALLS OF A DULL
FURNISHED ROOM
© Gregory Corso
I hang old photos of my childhood girls—
With breaking heart I sit, elbow on table
Chin on hand, studying
the proud eyes of Helen,
the golden hair of Susan,
the weak mouth of Jane.
BIRTHPLACE REVISITED
© Gregory Corso
I stand in the dark light in the dark street
and look up at my window, I was born there.
The lights are on; other people are moving about.
I am with raincoat; cigarette in mouth,
hat over eye,
I cross the street and enter the building.
The garbage cans haven’t stopped smelling.
I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears
aims a knife at me…
I pump him full of lost watches.
HOW NOT TO DIE
© Gregory Corso
Around people
if I feel I’m gonna die
I excuse myself
telling them “I gotta go!”
“Go where?” they wanna know
I don’t answer
I just get outa there
away from them
because somehow
they sense something wrong
and never know what to do
it scares them such suddenness
How awful
to just sit there
and they asking:
“Are you okay?”
“Can we get you something?”
“Want to lie down?”
Ye gods! people!
who wants to die amongst people?!
Especially when they can’t do shit
To the movies–to the movies
that’s where I hurry to
when I feel I’m going to die
So far it’s worked
APPLES
© Gregory Corso
In this lovely lonely orchard
perhaps stemmed from Eve’s core
I move in applelight continuum
of no dimension no dominion
And these apples whose certain death breeds more
Has me reach for that out of reach one
And quite make it
is definitely in my fave 5
HELLO
© Gregory Corso
It is disastrous to be a wounded deer.
I’m the most wounded, wolves stalk,
and I have my failures, too.
My flesh is caught on the Inevitable Hook!
As a child I saw many things I did not want to be.
Am I the person I did not want to be?
That talks to himself person?
That neighbors-make-fun-of person?
Am I he who, on museum steps, sleeps on his side?
Do I wear the cloth of a man who has failed?
Am I the looney man?
In the great serenade of things,
am I the most canceled passage?
ON THE WALLS OF A DULL
FURNISHED ROOM
© Gregory Corso
I hang old photos of my childhood girls—
With breaking heart I sit, elbow on table
Chin on hand, studying
the proud eyes of Helen,
the golden hair of Susan,
the weak mouth of Jane.
BIRTHPLACE REVISITED
© Gregory Corso
I stand in the dark light in the dark street
and look up at my window, I was born there.
The lights are on; other people are moving about.
I am with raincoat; cigarette in mouth,
hat over eye,
I cross the street and enter the building.
The garbage cans haven’t stopped smelling.
I walk up the first flight; Dirty Ears
aims a knife at me…
I pump him full of lost watches.
HOW NOT TO DIE
© Gregory Corso
Around people
if I feel I’m gonna die
I excuse myself
telling them “I gotta go!”
“Go where?” they wanna know
I don’t answer
I just get outa there
away from them
because somehow
they sense something wrong
and never know what to do
it scares them such suddenness
How awful
to just sit there
and they asking:
“Are you okay?”
“Can we get you something?”
“Want to lie down?”
Ye gods! people!
who wants to die amongst people?!
Especially when they can’t do shit
To the movies–to the movies
that’s where I hurry to
when I feel I’m going to die
So far it’s worked
APPLES
© Gregory Corso
In this lovely lonely orchard
perhaps stemmed from Eve’s core
I move in applelight continuum
of no dimension no dominion
And these apples whose certain death breeds more
Has me reach for that out of reach one
And quite make it
