I feel like an old mangy bull
crashing through the red rag
of an alcoholic day
Yet it's all so beautiful
isn't it?
How perfect the entire system of things
The human body
all in proportion to its form
Nothing useless
Truly as though a god had indeed warranted it so
And the sun for day the moon for night
And the grass the cow the milk
That we all in time die
You'd think there would be chaos
the futility of it all
But children are born
oft times the spitting images of us
And the inequities
millions doled one
nilch for another
both in the same leaky lifeboat
I've no religion
and I'd as soon worship Hermes
And there is no tomorrow
there's only right here and now
you and whoemever you're with
alive as always
and ever ignorant of that death you'll never know
And all's well that is done
A Hellene happiness pervades the peace
and the gift keeps on coming...
a work begun splendidly done
To see people aware & kind
at ease and contain'd of wonder
like the dreams of the blind
The heavens speak through our lips
All's caught what could not be found
All's brought what was left behind
-Gregory Corso and the perfection of things
