A HOT BATH, MAHLER, AND CHIVAS

my balls ache.
after 6 months
the sac drops
into the mouth
of memories. Ah,
what the Hell...
a hot bath, some
scotch and music
to soothe
the hunchbacked day.
I look at it
bobbing
up
and
down,
and place my hand
gently
around the smooth
wet flesh, not quite
believing it attached;
not quite understanding
who it is
that
owns it.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 1977