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, July 9, 2016
DANCING WITH REPTILES
Some folks
I work with
can't take
too much
freedom; they chafe
& strain
at the bit
of choices:
what to eat?
what to watch?
where to go?, etc., etc.
How to make time
move is sometimes
a bitch; the streets
& institutions
will do that ta ya.
Easier to make death
stand still
& pay attention
to you
if you're helping
to make his job
easier. A heated grating
is home for a night,
a week,
a year; a garbage can
in The Port Authority
offers food, maybe
a cigarette
butt a few drags, a drug
relief. Survival
is one decision
at a time.
Belly-up...
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016
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