Lines to Gregory Corso

Protestant Cemetery, Rome

. . . Let the Tiber remind me

of all your quirky songs

shrouded in cigarette smoke,

the odd fragmented verses

rendered stoned and eloquent

from the sofas of friends.

–excerpt from “Lines to Gregory Corso” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in PoetryMagazine.com.

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