DO YOU FEEL ME, BABY

Do you feel
those little fish
hooks hanging
from your heart,
a thumping bass drum
lifting your lovely legs
against your will;
do you obey
your history
and dismiss your future;
does your temples throb
from a body's nastiness
and wet the flesh
that meets your center?

Rome screams
for its lost emperors.

Before history
there were moans.
Before that
nothing.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016