Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List #5 (Gregory Corso)
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When we are young and our heart is an acrobat
sorrow never steals the beauty of the day
even nuns can’t turn us away from the fierce and the glorious
awe and wonder of something new
life is a tv
a magnificent show
and if we are lucky
each day a birthday in itself
but time and weather do take away
they dry oceans and conjure ghosts
volcanoes eventually erupt
yet engines lose their steam
and acrobats their agility
just like my heart
now I am fat on regret
I eat them till they are skin and bone
emaciated and sorrowful to see
they steal the beauty in the room
where I yawn until my eyes are truly closed.
Ironically I thought of Corso’s life in writing this but did
an opposite view, since his early years were as rough as an old man’s face.
