Treasure Island

Gregory Corso

(26 March 1930 – 17 January 2001 / New York City, New York)

Humanity


What simple profundities
What profound simplicities
To sit down among the trees
and breathe with them
in murmur brool and breeze —

And how can I trust them
who pollute the sky
with heavens
the below with hells

Well, humankind,
I’m part of you
and so my son

but neither of us
will believe
your big sad lie

Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

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