Hi
There is no god
the likes of Mary, the blond hit girl
1st in her class at Vassar
There is no god the size of joan crawfords mouth
which in death smiles in dust
like a line of coke
There is no god
ever bewailed the dinosaur
more than the sincerest guy
in the creepiest bar in Baltimore
There is no god
like Mozambique Mort's god
except perhaps for Iwo Jima Jennifer's god
or Abyssinian Al's god
or Sumerian Sid's god
or
there is no god
the day after Milwaukee
No god
fifty years after the milk spilt
NO god
greater than
the arrogant beauty queen of america
in a bmw car crash
Without god
the rev jerry falwell
could very well be putting onions on hamburgers
of the patrons of the White Swallow faggot bar
Without god
the eons of billions of dead believers are fucked
With god
the billions of living believers suck
Why should there be a god
for the likes of you and me
when the caveman
never Billy grahams god knew
nor was a caveman ever a jew
Prove to me there is a god
stands between the wrinkled assholes
of a Rex Roberts and an Oral Humbard
I can prove there is no god
from Missouri
I come from New York City
--as if Jehovah's witnesses cared
How can there be a god
when donkeys prefer straw over gold
and people knowing better prefer gold
and running with it get shot in the legs
When chickens eat hard boiled eggs and
surely there can be no god
when Gregorys are called Gregs
--Gregory Corso, 1982
Center fold-out page for Corso's Wings, Wands, Windows
Calligraphy and illustration by David Ashley.
Corso discussing his work in Wings, Wands, Windows with Michael Annis at Allen Ginsberg's apartment, Boulder, CO; photo by Janna Pharo.