Friday, June 30, 2017

SHE HAS KEPT HER DISTANCE


w/her body,
but her mind
cannot help her
from knocking
on my door.

Such a waste

of good flesh

& the time
it takes
to devour it.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

I SEE COUPLES KISSING


quietly with
their eyes.
They have to
let each other
go.
I felt that way,
too, with you
saying goodnight
and going
into my bedroom
or my bathroom
in the morning.
Much blood
is spilled
in that
space.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Monday, June 26, 2017

ARE YOU A WHORE?


I ask a little girl
who passes me
in the hot summer air.
She displays
a peacock's plummage
on top of her head:
streaks of green/blue/magenta/red
hair, black leather studded garb,
black fishnets ripped & torn up
up to her cunt & cheeks of her ass,
nose rings/ear rings/lip rings
snarl from her face.
Her mouth curls
as if I'd said something wrong
or beyond the pale:
Go Fuck Yerself,
she says.
A most reasonable request,
I think,
for a much
younger
man.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Friday, June 23, 2017

LESSONS LEARNED


She had the word "Vacancy"
tattooed above her mons Venus
in a motel yellow,
the letters
strangely glowing.
A few of them were dimmed
by the passage of time
while others
were nearly invisible.
How many travelers
have stopped there?
I wondered.
And how many
were still missing?
But I was O so tired,
and needed a bed
for the evening,
maybe longer.
But this time
I'd packed light
and didn't have much
to carry
or unpack.
I gave her
my driver's license
and a credit card...
and waited.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017