Tuesday, October 6, 2015

A POEM TO ALL MY ALCOHOLIC AND DRUG ADDICTED BRETHREN

For MCM: "Go on with your terrible self."


There is such a thing
as suffering
magnificently,
nakedly,
monstrously,
alone.
Refusing
escape
or
medication.
Feeling
each bite,
each scrape,
each twist
of the razor
like wind.
You stare
into a black skull
doubting
who it is
that wishes
to punish
relentlessly
& perfectly
and wonder
how you
know yourself
so well
& can do
nothing
about it.
And manage
a grin
while kicking
yourself
to the
curb.
There is much
beauty in feeling
anything
but neutral.
The car moves
through hills
that sing
& the moans
are only
harmony
sung in the sweet key
by street choirs
of mercy.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

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