Monday, August 21, 2017

THE ECLIPSE FLIM-FLAM


You wanna see
real darkness?
Look
into the mouths
of others.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

ETHNIC ALZHEIMER'S


You forget everything--


except grudges.


Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Sunday, August 13, 2017

A MODEST SOLUTION


Have Ivanka
suck some street dick
& let Tiffany take notes.
Move Eric
& Donny, Jr
into an SRO
& give em 16 bucks
a month in Food Stamps;
force Barron
to choose
another name--
these are easy to do.
What's a little harder,
but promises to be
more interesting,
is moving all "the swells"
on Park, Lex, & 5th Avenues
to Pig Hollow Mississippi,
Crapalachia, the inbred mountains
of Kentucky while shuffling
some pig slop Alabama/Arkansas/Georgia north,
into the main line of Boston,
Philly, Riverdale, Scarsdale,
overturn Montana into Louisiana,
spill the bucket of blood that's Texas
into Maine's aortic valve...
you know, Mongrelize! Blood
doesn't turn up its nose;
let there by blood jets of poetry.
Shake it up baby,
twist&shout Isley Brothers style.

Can this American flag bullshit.
Give it a rest. Stop talking.
It's bad, it's stale, we've seen
this movie. Sleep with a new mate.
Smell a new smell. Taste something
that awakens your tongue.
For god's sake:
Make It New.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Thursday, August 10, 2017

SOMEWHERE TODAY


a little boy will be running
from a death grip
of a father's hands
and a little girl
from his cock.
Somewhere today
that little boy
will begin to marry
his mother
over and over again
and that little girl
will bend
to the black heel
of a German boot.
Our task,
& our terror,
is to unravel
the dream.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

I'VE ORDERED A WOMAN


from Amazon:
used,
dog-eared,
creased,
& underlined.
But you know men:
they make a million mistakes
when it comes to reading
women; they treat
the important trivial
& mistake madness
for difficulties.
I'll read it
myself
and let you know.
Meanwhile,
I choose regular shipping;
I want to have
& want her to have
the juice
of expectation.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

DON'T FUCK WITH ME


Today I read
that they now
can edit/fix/fuck with
whatever is diseased
by altering some genes
in the womb.

Don't.

The world
would die
if this poem
was stillborn.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017