Thursday, September 21, 2017


in the thumb
of a hitchhiker,
or the greed of a Queen
bumblebee; it's
a dollar found
hugging a sock
a torn pocket
of a barfly
after last call
is called.

It could by a map's mistake,
or the dried out tit
of a riverbed. Perhaps,
the first or
the last word
of a tortured phrase,
or a sentence
outliving a period.

The gods
are wise.
They know
that this
could be
a great poem,
but that's
up to you.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


I've always been
a little envious
of the Russian artist.
How to avoid
the whip & the pistol,
the ice & the cage
while sticking out
your tongue at your
would be masters heats
the vein's blood,
but makes the hand cold
& clammy.
Of course,
this is being written
by one who's never faced
a firing squad
or a censor,
whose back & hands
are unscared
& untroubled
by midnight knocks
& flashlight eyes.
My bravery
is limited--
like noting others
who are.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Friday, September 15, 2017


and brown
and stingy
like paper cuts.
My zip code
was a garbage can.
Felix fucked me
against the steel
subway car
in a slum yard he was signing in
that night and I was somewhere
between a thumb
& forefinger and
I don't know nothin
about cumming but he did
cause my fingers dripped
with him & I never did
go home
cept to bury my own self
as winter sat
on my knee
and all the graves
whistled at me
in the dark.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Thursday, September 14, 2017


I will masturbate
before I take him
for a walk to get
some air.
We both
need it.
It will calm me
if I see him
& plan my future
I am seasoned
in this
& ripened
for younger
less experienced
It's time
to give back
to the earth
a daughter's

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Monday, September 11, 2017


in hospitals,
sanitariums, on beaches,
in pool rooms, movie theaters,
in subway stations or
airports. Ya can't smoke
in churches or temples,
or saloons nursing
your last call
while hugging the wood;
ya can't smoke
in apartments and offices
and trailer parks and boatyards;
and you can't smoke around babies
and the near dead
and the demented and deformed
and spiritual and con men
counterfeiters, confabulists
contortionists and
the forsaken.

But you can
& are encouraged to
contribute to every condition
that gives rise
to disturbance & disease
that births that lazily uplifting cloud
of tubular and cylindrical sooth saying
and soothing.

Yeah, sure
I'll put it out.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Wednesday, September 6, 2017


The only drawback
in this life
is that
it gets in the way
of living.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Sunday, September 3, 2017


He was good
at a lot of
but he was
the best
at sucking
the blood
of anyone
he crossed paths with
until they withered
& snapped
like brittle twigs.

suck suck
and suck
some more.

he has no teeth
to speak of,
& two kidneys
about to quit
on him. They
were given him
by the master
of death: dope.

Like all good vampires
he had his reasons.

He will get up
tomorrow morning
& go to a methadone mill
to drink his two hundred & twenty mgs
of madness as sick & slow & slovenly
as he is.

I gotta give him this:
if nothing else
he's a professional.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017