Wednesday, April 26, 2017

NARCISSISTS CHIRPING


1.

I love me.
I love me too.

I really love me.
I really love me too.

I really really love me.
I really really love me too.

I love me truly...

I love me well....

I love me wholly...

I love me broken...

I love me spent...

I love me fractured...

I love me most...

Takemedomewantmeholdmekissmethrillmebuymefeedmefondlemefuckmedrinkmeingestme

2.

I wish to be
on intimate terms
with distance
and want only
the beginnings
of love affairs.

3.

I have only walked
with those who've walked across
ponds where the ice is thin
and have flirted with blackness
more than once. And who caress
their genitalia absentmindedly
and often.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

SHE WAS A PROFESSOR


of the springs; a doctorate
between the sheets.
She wrote her thesis
on positions &
the various openings
of pleasure.
I, at the time,
was a quick study
but a quicker shooter.
She gave me
an "incomplete,"
and I never
made up
the work.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Sunday, April 16, 2017

DOMINATION


Stick it in my ass,
she said.
Huh? I replied.
Hurry,
put it in there.
I dunno,
I wavered.
She was a smelly old whore
full of promise
to this fifteen year old
idiot full
of doubt.
I had no idea then
that one of us
was really full
of shit.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Saturday, April 15, 2017

EASTER, 2017


Christ rose,
opened his eyes,
looked around,
& went back
to being dead.
Fuck this,
he said,
& rolled over
to find
the cold side
of the pillow.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

THE CHEEKS OF HER ASS APPEARS


an inch below
her short
shorts.
It's supposed
to enchant or
entice; it's supposed
to be sexy, but this
escapes me.
I'm unusual,
I admit.
I'm attracted
to scars
& scowls;
the turn
of ankle
or phrase;
a Dada depression
or suicidal
surrealism.

I like my women dressed.
What happens later,
behind the curtain
is Greek
to me.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

NIPPLE WEATHER


encourages
the urges
of infants
in bodies
of men
propelling mouths
towards milky heads
of nails
in this jack-hammer
civilization...

It nearly broke eighty today
with more heat, more baby talk,
more drool
coming
tomorrow.
Evolution
through fabric.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Thursday, April 6, 2017

SURRENDER,


my dear. Hoist
the white flag
and engage
the beast.
The beast
who marvels
at your diseased
heart and
the coarseness
of your peasant soul.

I promise
we'll waltz
to Brahms
and serve
each other's
flesh in a
Freudian hothouse.

The creature
straddles a fence
and all the boats
point west.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017