Decade of
icy
asphalt doomed horses
Wtal
dreams
Dark
corridors of
P.S: 42
Roofs Ratthroated pigeons
Ud lOO
mph over these
all
too real Mafia streets
profanely
I
shed my Hermean
wings
o
TlDle be merciful
Ihrow
be
beneath your humanity of cars
kt.d
me to giant grey skyscrapers
t:lhaust
my heart to your bridges
I
discard my lyre of Orphic futility
And
for such betrayal
I
climb these bright mad steps
and
enter this room of paradisical light
ephemeral
ilDle
a long long dog having chased its orbited tail
am~
grab my hand
md
leads me into conditional life
Gregory Corso
