The Overstory

First Paragraph:

First there was nothing. Then there was everything.
Then, in a park above a western city after dusk, the air is raining messages.
A woman sits on the ground, leaning against a pine. Its bark presses hard against

the rest “The Overstory”

Gasoline

First Paragraph:

O anti-verdurous phallic were’t not for your pouring weight looming in tears like a sick tree or your ever-gaudy-comfort jabbing your city’s much wrinkled sky you’d seem an absurd Babel squatting before mortal millions

—Gregory Corso, from Ode
the rest “Gasoline”