Monday, March 30, 2009

Get Me

GET ME

I stare at him
through 103 m.p.h.---get me;
you missed me through bags
of scag; get me
out of impulse; take me
while fucking
anybody, swallowing
anything; get me
out of here, I’m waiting.

I KNOW YOU’RE WAITING.
ME TOO. WAITING
‘TIL YOU START
LIVING.

I pushed harder
on the pleading
accelerator.


Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1968

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