TAKE WHAT YOU WANT, GOD IS DEAD AND HIS MOM WENT SHOPPING

The world will soon explode
from grief.
Young black & white girls
expose fecal tunnels of love
on CraigsList for cheap
tradeoffs of minimum wage
allowing the breath
of truck drivers
& university professors
to reach into their innards
& steal what never was:
youth & possibilities.
Russia is mad
with memories
& China with rice futures;
India keeps trying to grow
deserts of food
& the Congo beats drums
of failures & fortunes.
A crippled falcon
cannot be seen or heard
as the circles grow wider
above Christmas sales
& Hallmark bromides.

Our guts get pulled out
struggling with biology
as our little experiment
is unraveling.
Our only meal
is eating pussy
or sucking cock--
damn the nutrients.
Money & pleasure
should be the faces
on bills of exchange:
Caligula, Nero,
Mick Jagger.

Mom will be back
soon...unless
she gets trampled
in the rush
to be first
when the store
opens. She wants
an X-Box.
She's determined
not to lose
another son
that has yet
to be
conceived.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

SOMEWHERE IN CHINA

one person,
in a country of 1.4 billion,
checks my blog everyday
around 11, 1130 a.m. to see
what's up.
Undoubtedly,
he
or
she
is the hippest
cat
or
chick
in the land.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

THE CHINESE

have been reading
my poetry
of late.
Lots of them.

And I've been eating
their food,
it seems,
all my life;
first Jewish Chinese:
eggrolls, spare ribs,
Chow Mein,
Chop Suey,
mustard, soy,
and duck sauce.
Only later
did I discover
Chinese food
when I lived
with a Chinese woman.
Thank God.

We've been getting fat
on each other's by-products,
(I hope),
then
& now.
It's the definition
of free-
trade.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

LI NA & DENNIS

I saw
Li Na
& Dennis
on TV
the other night;
she's beautiful,
and tough,
and terribly
skilled.
He's heavy,
not very handsome,
but seems wise
beyond his years.
They both
have been
through love's
fires
and have come
out
the other side.

It made
this white Western man
very very
jealous.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015