Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.
Gregory CorsoMots clés power waiting slackers standing slacker slacking
If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.
I learned life were no dream
I learned truth deceived
Man is not God
Life is a century
Death an instant
but if a girl were possible
as I am possible
then marriage would be possible...
It is a great feeling to know
that from a window
I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves.
And from these gather enough dream
to sneak out a back door.
Ah, if I were dictator I'd have poets throwing bombs!
Gregory Corsowas it man's love to screw the sky with monuments span the bay with orange and silver bridges shuttling structure into structure incorruptible in this endless tie each age impassions be it in stone or steel either in echo or halfheard ruin
Gregory CorsoMots clés beat
I think of New York City lost in stars
forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love
Tonight the night is full;
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