Friday, October 21, 2016
A PETRI DISH OF MURMURED MADNESS
Eye
droppers
& dollar collars.
Rubber
nipples.
Book matches
twined
& humping
each to each.
Spikes
dull
rusty
blood caked,
but O
so necessary.
Black carbon
underbellies
of spoons.
White ladies.
Dope sick.
A warm November
evening, '69.
Let's dance.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016
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Weird how particular nights are so vivid. When really it was the same thing all over again every night.
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