Gregory Nunzio Corso
There once was a poet named Corso
who had a bad gland in his torso.
But, before cancer nailed him,
beat critics once hailed him
as, like, Kerouac, only more so.
There once was a poet named Corso
who had a bad gland in his torso.
But, before cancer nailed him,
beat critics once hailed him
as, like, Kerouac, only more so.
All through that Civil War epic, we thought he was folksy and charming — but as soon as he showed up in the baseball thing, we hated his guts. Maybe it was the beard.
(d) June 27th, 2005