I've lived a life of madness and mayhem. I’ve had diabetes for 50 years and have been addicted to one substance of another for 45 of those years. It has been a beautifully joyful and painful schizophrenic ride: drugs, booze, women, music, writing, and learning with each new success or defeat. This blog tries to come to grips with all of life's fractures and contains everything--even you.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Fore-Play, Here-Say or Wish-Full Thinking
Longer and dryer
then a sealed empty jar
I wait
without sex
wishing perhaps
to die
with an erection
and without
a coming god.
He will never come
while I'm alive;
anything else
is fore-play,
here-say
or wish-full
thinking.
I came,
finally,
spilling
between her legs
wet and gleaming;
cursing
the daylight
and spent
the rest of my life
returning
like fucking is--
getting back in,
while getting back
at her.
Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1967
No comments:
Post a Comment