The Boston Globe interviews Billy Corgan about his new book of poetry. That's right. Poetry. Hughes, Blake, Eliot... Corgan. Is there any way this can be good? Will it make us yearn for the good old days of Jim Morrison? I will bet you right now it won't even be as good as the unicorn-and-rainbow poetry of that 12-year-old kid with leukemia who was always on Oprah.