THE TERROR

Alone
in my postage stamp,
coffin-shaped crib;
step-up piss-stained crapper;
blue salami kitchen--tonight,
11:47 p.m.,
on the border
of disorder...east/west village,
double-bolted,
fox-locked,
Monk filled,
and not in the best of shape times,
have the feeling
of being
discovered.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 1979