Gregory Corso, one of the Beatnik alumni alongside our friends, and one “Bird” Parker, ‘the nowhere bird’ “yeah, a nowhere bird-“ featuring Mexican Impressions, described as a “dry windless monkage? Softer, the cactus outlives you.” And in verse V,

“In the Mexican Zoo
They have ordinary
American cows.”

I like to sit in the park on the odd day it’s not scorching outside, and even then I’ll gladly bare it for some good material. Corso writes from parks sometimes, and playgrounds, “Can I say people, sitting in parks, are kinder?” Corso writes a funny one about going bald, ‘O the fuzzy wuzzy grief!” And to take up the pipe and forgot about dating girls. Cause he’s bald now. 

He banters a lot on America and Religion, and the consequence of the two seeming to go hand in hand. Now, Mickey Mouse isn’t Jesus, though, “Bizarre! Frightening! The Mickey Mouse sits on the throne and hollywood has a vast supply-“ and “Everything is fine, just drink Coca Cola, and everything will be alright.” As quoted and on the record by Ike. 

“I doubt the reward of paradise
To be a place where happy old friends meet.” From a poem where he berates and talks shit about a Circus Clown. I don’t want to see any of you again! 

In a ballad about bombs, simply called Bomb, Corso relates the bomb to a caterpillar turning into a butterfly… and some die this way and some die that way, and some die by bombdeath. 

“I say to you dead: you ain’t going nowhere
only alive will get you here, there, anywhere”