I'M FULL OF SHIT

and full of words.
They go together
like...
Life & narratives...
Experience & poetry.
Text & testifying...

Some stand
on their heads,
thumbs up their ass.
I'll take the soapbox,
my tongue flapping
in the breeze.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

2 SHIT SANDWICHES:

One,
full of childish morbidities;
the other,
an old shrew
full of meanness and greed;
one born of bigotry
& brownshirts;
the other raised
in Goldwater's piss;
one's dick
a wrinkled spigot;
the other's cunt
a Sahara of madness.

Go ahead,
take a bite.
I dare you.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

SHOVELING SHIT AGAINST THE TIDE

There's something wrong
with me--of that
I have no doubt.
Still,
it's come
as revelation
that's really
rather commonsensical;
something
I'd sooner
not have
admitted.

One day
I woke up
& realized
my shit
stinks
to high heaven.

Now,
I can no longer pretend
why
angels weep
& the gods
turn
away--not
from disgust,
only
preservation.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015