Showing posts with label Trust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trust. Show all posts

Saturday, August 3, 2019

HOLDING HANDS IN HIGH SCHOOL


After crossing
a canyon of fear
where small deaths
were lily pads
across the divide
& finding her fingers,
then hands, pulling me,
like liferopes of possibilities,
(and despite an erect & pulsating newness),
gave form & meaning to Curtis' Gypsy Woman.

Suddenly,
poetry made sense;
we were meant to be sung.
Old as we were being born
into a soiled & sordid world,
yet as unabashed as desire must be,
we read each other
in that mischevious look,
a smile worthy of Mona
and a leap into a trust
that defied your history
granting, finally, a childhood,
full of fancy & exploration
flushed with a kitten's curiousity
and a lion's hunger.

We bumped hips
making our way
from the stale
high school morning
into a new day
of frivolousness--
she in her jeans,
tight hot everything
and me in my coolness--
cutting those stupid classes
of dullness & dandruff,
trying to figure out
how I could be this lucky.

We had taken the chance to look
for that most elusive minute
in a corner of convenience--
whether in a four postered bed
overlooking the Atlantic,
or on a mildewed mattress
in an abandoned Coney Island tenement--
to discover each other
again and again and again
in an indifferent home
that was vacant that day
and welcomed our foolishness
and our courage
to enter.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2019

Saturday, March 23, 2019

FINALLY, A HIP KITTY


Wears all black--
skulls & bones stuff;
knows animal rights
& human rights depends
on which jungle you live in.
The only scars she shows
are the words she writes
which are all too often
written in invisible ink.

She curls
into love
like a clenched fist,
releasing trust
like a vagabond hitchhikes--
not because she has to
but because
she must.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2019

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

THE MAGICIAN

For A...


I defy
the eye
to see
it. That's
how quickly
I change.
You might
suspect
a sleight
of hand.
But you'd still lose
your money or
your heart...usually
both.
Leave them both
at the door
before
you enter.

(I've just gained
your trust.)

Make yourself
at home,
please.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016