Showing posts with label Expression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Expression. Show all posts
Sunday, March 11, 2018
SOME READERS
have complained
that the poems
have not come
with the frequency
they expect
from me.
I don't blame them;
I have the same complaint.
A poem
is like a boil
on your private
parts--you better lance it
before your privates poison
and everything goes:
music/food/love/sex.
The puss
needs expression
in the open market;
it needs air
&eyeballs&noses&mouths
smelling&seeing&tasting.
It needs to suffuse
the reader
with its shit.
I, for one,
will feel better.
And you,
quiet as it's kept,
will, too.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018
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