JUST WHEN

my body
was getting
comfortable
decaying;
just when
it began
to adjust
to the rust,
sludge,
& crumble;
just when
it found
its natural rhythms
of a dignified
obsolescence,
I outfoxed it--
I started to work
again; I got
a job.
I started to walk
to and from
the subways;
I started to
eat right;
get to bed
early; wake-up
early. In short:
I fucked my body up.

It's now taken
its revenge:
my dick
grew back (I think
it got longer)!
My hair
has a gleam;
my teeth
whiter,
my gums
are pink!
People no longer
give me
their seats
on the subway
or bus.

Once again,
I'm indestructible.
Once again,
I'm in
trouble.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015