in memory of Gregory Corso
glorious gregorio
gregorious strumming by the old canal
accompanied by thunder
you leave come stains on
the ceiling when you
disappear lap dancers growl on
broadway their taste still in
your mouth. heroin of
madness hypnotic as spine
juice where corsican bikers
ride 0 what an angel you were
ageless ever boy---
gregorio gregorious
you bite the dust if only to remind us
the dust bites back...
© 2004 - Jayne Lyn Stahl