For my girl Puma Perl
to feel guilty.
Don't ask me why
that is--
it just is.
And so
I don't want to do anything
until this perplexing mood
goes away,
sucked-up
by my natural stream
of venom
& recriminations;
until the vileness
of pleasantries
are denied
an easy passport
into the bloodstream
of pernicious doubt--
where all good poems live;
until I feel
normal again.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2019
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
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Few things make me happier than a good poem.
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