Monday, October 19, 2015

THE SUN DRIPS


its Monday morning mercy
through the slats.
I've taken off
to parts unknown.
Perhaps
one word
will follow
another
until
something
is formed
that resembles
nothing
else
that came
before it.
It's a poor excuse,
I know,
for living
but
it's the only one
that continues
to make
sense.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

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