MY KIND OF GAL

You're a willful little girl
who'll pretend
to eat all her food,
every last bit of it,
but that the toilet bowl
will swallow
sometime later;
you'll buy winning tickets,
but never cash them;
you'll wear disappointment
like a birthright
next to a trampled heart.
You'll get in front
of retrospect
and won't look
while crossing.
You don't believe
in God,
but wonder
if he's angry
at you.
You've predicted
your prophecy
and are determined
to get to where
you're unsure
of going.
You've set up
a lingerie shop
in the south Bronx
selling Parisian silk
to old whores
and do not care
how much cash you keep
on hand.
You are hellbent
and driven
and hand the keys over
to nobody.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

SUCKING COCK

is an art.
Don't let
anyone
tell ya different.
So's making love,
laying brick
or cable;
sweeping
streets
or just plain
sweeping;
making beds
or making-up
after wishing
the other person
dead;
cutting tulips
or slitting throats.
It's the grace
of the thing
within the thing
that brings the divine
to the mundane.

Train your inner eye
on yourself.
Teach it
to notice.
Do it
the next time
you step
from the shower.

See,
see
what
I
mean?

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

AN ACCOMPLISHMENT OF SORTS

Any man can get laid
in a whorehouse
with a thousand dollar bill
in his fist,
but to get laid
in one without a dime--
man, that's sayin somethin.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013