TAKE HOME

For some
its cardboard containers
of Chinese food.
For others
it's homework.
And then
there are those
who gently put
320 mg of meth
in the icebox.
But for all
there's the devil
in the middle:
do I eat,
do I do,
do I imbibe?
Hear it
whisper.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

2 SHIT SANDWICHES:

One,
full of childish morbidities;
the other,
an old shrew
full of meanness and greed;
one born of bigotry
& brownshirts;
the other raised
in Goldwater's piss;
one's dick
a wrinkled spigot;
the other's cunt
a Sahara of madness.

Go ahead,
take a bite.
I dare you.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

JUST LIVING IT OUT

is something
I can't do
easily: too
self-conscious
about everything
I'm not
doing.
You might think
I'm working
on this
poem
right now
but I'm not
really
doing
that
& that
only:
I'm not
making
money
or babies
or curing
cancer
or opening
an envelope
or trimming
my nails
or the fat
off my soul
or forging
a friendship
or killing
an objection
or designing
a rocket ship
or picking
a mushroom
or taking
a shower
or medication.

The beetle
is prophetic.
And the morning dew
cleanses all
sinners.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016