Showing posts with label Therapy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Therapy. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
I STUCK
to her neurosis
like a velcro strip--
no matter
how many times
I tried
to extricate
my foot
from my mouth,
or her ass,
it held fast.
I pulled
every muscle
in my goddamn body
and have been
in traction
for the past
three years.
So much
for therapy!
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018
Labels:
love,
men,
neurosis,
psychotherapy,
relationships,
Therapy,
Velcro,
velcro strips,
women
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
I'M NO FOOL
I tell those
I try to help
in the patch of hell
I work in
in the Bronx.
They've been in jail,
institutionalized,
or homeless
most of their lives.
I never
lend money,
or give out cigarettes
on the first date,
I say up front.
I wait
until I'm lied to
a few times
before blessing them
with my largess.
They nod,
as if they understood,
and settle
right in
to the old
& comfortable
rhythm.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017
Labels:
Homelessness,
institutions,
Nut Houses,
Prison,
the Bronx,
Therapy
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