Saturday, August 15, 2015


for diabetes
does not distract me
from staring
at the soft swell
of a fetching
woman's tits
a few cubicles
from me.
I know, I know,
we're supposed to be
genteel & professional
& give those faceless donors
our undivided attention,
but, c'mon,
there's a heat wave
in NYC & her top
three buttons beg
for viewership
&, besides,
even though
my dick could use
as much research money
to cure my vertical limp,
& my legs are shot,
& my eyes bleed
into my skull--
I'm not dead
yet AND
they are tits,
in all the ways
tits are beautiful,
and besides:
what's more important:
curing diabetes
or making it possible
to make
the next

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

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