from Marriage by Gregory Corso: for Jim DeSalvo wherever he might be who is probably reciting the entire poem in some bar to anyone drunk enough to listen as I listened as we all listened so many centuries ago

Should I get married? Should I be good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood?
Don’t take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understand why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It’s beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky—-