Thursday, January 1, 2015

IT MUST BE LOVE


On New Years Eve
the woman
who's nuts,
writes to tell me
she's had dream
premonitions
predicting
my death
in ugly
fashion;
two of them,
actually, so it can't
be
a mistake.

She always was,
and apparently
still is, good
for a laugh.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015

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