DONALD TRUMP

is trying to get
a hardon
for new years.
He said
he will get
the biggest & strongest & best hardon
ever.
In fact,
he's going to Times Square tonight
to prove it.
He's going
to lie
down underneath
the ball
as it drops
while we,
the millions there
& the tens of millions
everywhere else
counts off
the seconds.

You'll never get
below seven
he bellowed.
Never never never ever never.
He's never been one
to mince words.
We'll see.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018

SANTA & HIS ELVES

are hung-up
on our southern border.
His elves
are hungrey
& Santa's balls
are beginning to sweat.
He's running
out of time.
Fuck this,
Santa said,
let's get out of here,
go south,
the hell with the gangs,
I'll take my chances.
Saddle- up, kids,
he belched,
we'll grab a few tacos
at that stand we hit
a few years back...
And don't forget
the presents. This country
is beginning to get
on my nerves.

No one is there
to hear the trains.

No one can see the sky
behind a moon
full of blood.

What kindness
to be got stands
idle and waiting
for a person
to drive the sled.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018

BOB DYLAN

is going to die
someday,
but I hope I go
first--this way
I won't have to die
twice.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018

ANOTHER STUPID FUCKING POEM FROM OUR PRESIDENT, DONALD J. TRUMP

Dear God,
please let me
win MEGA
tonight.
I promise
to only keep a Mil
and give 999 Mil
away.
And I'll slip you
a half Mil as well--
not bad
huh?

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018

THERE'S A HERBERT WALKER BUSH

and there's a Yossarian
& a mad prophet of chance
winking in a corner. Rembrandt
couldn't have done
better: Gods & clowns
warily circle each other.
So great is our love
of pagentry
& eccentricity:
a laugh,
a tear.
Our body's crazy symmentry
duking it out
on luck's battlefields.
My betrayal
has never been
to country
but to self;
it's the only thing
making me a soldier.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018