I WISH I WOULD DIE

in a car
cruising
at sixty
or seventy
on a perfectly fine
autumn day
smoking a Lucky
and drifting
just drifting
next to a body
of water
moody
& full
of swells
& lulls
listening
to Sonny's Moritat
and wondering
what's next
on the playlist.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

THE ROOFTOPS

have blisters,
fever blisters,
from the fish bowl's cauldrons
beneath their skin.
Conflict
is the pond scum
we live in.
It's the thing
that keeps us
treading water.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016