CAITLYN'S OUT--

everybody's in:
feminists fetishizing
feminism; photoshop's
hustlers pimping
& primping & cropping;
reality suffering
mass delusions & madness
surfacing with each
"like" & "post"
& "tweet" & tit
distended.

How lovely
to be romanced
by romance
again. Nature knows
better than all
the asshole
philosophers, pundits
of all things social,
like diseases
& plagues & performance
anxiety: all men want
is to see
under the hood. They want
to know:
how she drives?
How she corners?
How she excels
when the foot
is put to her
and pressed hard
around her neck?
They care not one wit
for reality--
and who can blame them--
when illusion
is the gas
that makes them
go.

It's Eve
who graces
the cover.
You can almost
touch her. Come
closer.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

THE MUSE PLAYS, EVEN ON SUNDAY

WARREN OATES

is a madman.
There are other madmen
like him.
They all
must be asked
the right questions.

HAAGEN--
for Brasz

If there is a God
alive today
He dwells
in the land
of--DAZ.

THINKIN' 'BOUT IT

Going from black & white
Hitchcock Lifeboat Slezak yawn
to a "Yes" TV color
detergent commercial
is a very very
devastating
thing.

UPON LOOKING A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH

Teeth
full of rot.

She did, though,
have expensive tastes--

Me,
for one.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013