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.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
HOW WOMEN
open themselves
up
for you
has always
been
magical,
whether
to love
or
to kill
or to do
both
is nature's
lubricant.
How subtle,
how nuanced,
how the wetness
glistens
on cherry-pink lips
thick
with flavor
of a million bees
gone mad with fruition.
How unlike men
they are,
tank-like men,
men coming
at them
with their steel treads
& beetle-like opinions.
Huffing & puffing
yet providing
the smell of domination
upon a fertile
but heretofore
barren
landscape.
How mismatched
they are,
and perfect.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015
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