Showing posts with label caution. Show all posts
Showing posts with label caution. Show all posts
Sunday, February 26, 2017
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
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Monday, August 26, 2013
DOCTOR'S ORDERS
I was overdue
to see my endocrinologist
and wasn't feeling well,
so I set-up a visit.
After checking my vitals,
we sat down to talk.
You look well,
he said,
but a tan covers many things.
We'd been doctor/patient
for many years
and usually spoke
about what aging men speak about:
pussy, growing old, and death.
He had me by ten years
and so was closer
to the aging and death part,
but was so gentle and funny
it made me feel further away
from those processes.
Tell me,
he continued,
what you've been eating?
He stopped me
after the third item.
What was that
again? he asked.
I repeated the name
of the woman.
Oh, her,
he began. Don't
eat that--she's
sugar coated
with an inside
of arsenic.
Really,
I replied. Damn.
You know that, he said,
sounding a little pissed,
most of the good fucks are.
I know it's easy
for me to say,
but just stop it; don't
do it. I want
to see you in a month.
I walked out of his office,
lit a smoke,
and made my way
home. I'm going to live,
I said to myself.
But no one
would be
very happy
about that.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013
Labels:
arsenic and old age,
caution,
cheating death,
desire,
doctor visit,
new diet,
poison,
women & death
Thursday, May 30, 2013
WORDS
like youth
will, one day,
wake-up
and take-off
for greener pastures.
You'll try to run
after them
and trip
on a memory
or two.
One thing
I can promise:
your transition
will be made
in your sleep.
Better
watch
your
step.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013
will, one day,
wake-up
and take-off
for greener pastures.
You'll try to run
after them
and trip
on a memory
or two.
One thing
I can promise:
your transition
will be made
in your sleep.
Better
watch
your
step.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013
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