Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
…went 120 through one town.
I stopped at Hedgeville
and slept in the back seat
…excited about my new life.
I particularly liked the final line. It somewhat relates to us about a re-creation, a clean slate for the life he had left. I read some of Mr. Corso’s poems and i really liked his style. (take New york City-1935)