Friday, June 5, 2009

NOT A MINUTE LATE

it is 12:37 p.m.
on a hot friday.
I will get up at 1.
why
I don't know,
except that exactness
always obsessed me.
usually you can find me
with one cigarette
and one match;
one friend
or none;
one love
or absence. only
the complexity of my miserable
but beautiful soul
hiding
beneath the sweated sheets
appreciates
the time
I've given it.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 1978

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