LIKE A FART IN A BLIZZARD

is about
how noticeable
we are.
Poof.
Gone.
Hardly
a stink.
And that's a good thing.
So much noise.
So many open mouths.
So much dross.

I am having
franks & beans
for dinner.
Thick pork and nitrate lined dogs
& honey laden thick syrup baked beans.
I will not go out
without a fight.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016