WHAT A DRAG...

I've cornered myself.
Shorted myself.
Stuck myself up.
Outfoxed myself.
Listened
to myself
go on
for too long
saying too little.

And I'm doing it again.

A dunce-capped fetishist
thinking
I'm in a new place
just an old body;
a fool
on a fool's errand;
a squandered hedonist
loving moments
imagined, but soon,
soon enough,
this place will retch
from fears familiar
to the touch,
a mink claw
of specious need.
I will know
this place
soon enough;
it is the place
I've known
soon enough
all my life:
home--for tourists
& other strangers.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018

THERE ARE TWO THINGS YOU MUST NEVER EVER DO:

One:
Answer your phone;
and two:
open your door
after midnight.
Unless
you're a fool
or
you're in love
with your past;
or
angry
at
your future.

or

love to fuck
with danger,
misery,
pain;

or

just plain
stubborn.

I'll wait...

there's somebody
on your line...

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017