Cover of Gasoline by Gregory Corso. Image of flame on a black background.

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 to Coit Tower, in Gasoline