NIPPLE WEATHER

encourages
the urges
of infants
in bodies
of men
propelling mouths
towards milky heads
of nails
in this jack-hammer
civilization...

It nearly broke eighty today
with more heat, more baby talk,
more drool
coming
tomorrow.
Evolution
through fabric.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

LITTLE DO WE KNOW--

we know so little.
We like to think
we're so expansive,
so all inclusive,
so all encompassing
and not so
full of shit.
Our nature
is to defy
nature
not because we can
but because we must--
not as smart as the slug,
the worm the simple
solitary unit.
We are not the end
but the end product
of this evolutionary
mambo. Less equipped
than our bettors
to groove with a music
of being
& being done to
by laws
we dance to, not with.

The Dolphin
should be the God
we worship
instead of eating--
a crime that will--
little do we know--
be punishable
by death...which
is coming
soon
to a theater
near you.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

THE EVOLUTION OF MAN

can be witnessed
in real time
anytime
your balls
or ovaries
clatter to the tracks
on the NYC subway
or probably
any third rail
artery
in any urban hell
in any town
in any world.
You find yourself
amidst the slithering,
crawling, chirping,
and gurgling
half-demented
Tourette's stoked dreams
of fellow citizens
in our tormented march
from one hole
to another.
No one
is far
from the caves
and Savannah's.

Most of us
are weak
and know
we are weak
and stand
next to
predators.
Anything
can happen:
stabbed
while donating
to a deaf and Jewish
Jesus; pushed
off the edge
while contemplating
suicide; fleeced
while being felt;
hustled
while hustling.

Once,
not too long ago,
we were apes
with clubs.
Now,
we are apes
still, but
with nuclear weapons.

En guard.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2014

WELL, IT MAKES CENTS

Fyodor,
you old Russian motherfucker,
how the fuck are ya?
Hey,-----
I finally figured it out:
you couldabeentakinashit
when the idea hit ya.

Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1971