ONE FOR PUMA PERL

I will try
to turn
a few more
lights on
& not sit
& stew
in so much
darkness.
It gets
so comfortable
in the asshole
of self
that you can't smell
your own shit--
& even if you do
you kinda like it
until an old friend
you respect
tugs on your jacket:
hey, it stinks
in here;
light a match
willya?

Onward.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016