by Gregory Corso
I am in love with the laughing sickness
it would do me a lot of good if I had it —
I have worn the splendid gowns of Sudan,
carried the magnificent halivas of Boudodin Bros.
kissed the singing Fatimas of the pimp of Aden,
wrote glorious psalms in Hakhaliba’s cafe,
but I’ve never had the laughing sickness,
so what good am I?
The fat merchant offers me opium, kief,
all is unsatisfactory —
O bitter damned night! you again! must I yet
pluck out my unreal teeth
undress my unlaughable self
put to sleep this melancholy head?
I am nothing without the laughing sickness.
My father’s got it, my grandfather had it;
surely my Uncle Fez will get it, but me, me
who it would do the most good,
will I ever get it?
Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein
Song(s): 1. The Pennycandystore Beyond The El
2. A Julia de Burgos
3. To What You Said
4. Music I Heard With You
5. Zizi's Lament
6. Sonnet: What Lips My Lips Have Kissed...