Gregory Corso

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

I Am 25


With a love a madness for Shelley
Chatterton Rimbaud
and the needy-yap of my youth
has gone from ear to ear:
I HATE OLD POETMEN!
Especially old poetmen who retract
who consult other old poetmen
who speak their youth in whispers,
saying:--I did those then
but that was then
that was then--
O I would quiet old men
say to them:--I am your friend
what you once were, thru me
you'll be again--
Then at night in the confidence of their homes
rip out their apology-tongues
and steal their poems.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Zander Page (2/7/2012 11:47:00 AM)

    I love the line rip out their apology-tongues, and steal their poems. I feel exactly the same way. (Report) Reply

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