CORSO
FIVE POEMS BY FRANK T RIOS
Selected Work by Venice Poets

Bones of dead angels
reshaping themselves
into holy bombs
mind-fields
on the lips of strangers

long knives down Spanish streets
speaking cat-tongue
dark alley gun poems
like a line of coke falling
off a bridge of cobwebs

I love you Corso
down the long tongue
you bowed to everyone
hid well shadows of yours
elf
that black heavy N.Y. coat
tucked down inside your magic head

I have a friend
who looks like Corso
blew his mouth away
with drugs
played like Coltrane
when he was young

saw him on an old mans bench
hair gray
eyes hooded sad
looking down that long road
he suffered on

I waved
spoke his name
he looked up
bewildered

I could see behind it all
he still looked like Corso
with that far away look
listening to an untold poem-song
on his golden horn