Monday, December 5, 2016


Were you happy?
Happy with the way
you exited?
Did you bow?
Was it clean
or messy?
Were there bells and rings and beeps aplenty? Did you eat forbidden fruit? Did you fish in streams of Goldenrod? And safety? Were you cuffed and led to a hangman's noose or was it coaxed into a vein better than a 100 proof? Were there memories of love gone wrong or gone right into love gone wrong or were you loveless and alone as when you greeted the world as naked and stupid and numb with fright as you were descending the stair as you were thrashing about and pulling your hair and trying to come to grips with the air?


Tell me
how you wish
to go.

I'll do my best.

No promises though.

The line forms
to the right.

a number.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

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