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.
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
I DROP WORDS
like breadcrumbs
so others
can find their way
to my home and I
can find my way
back.
It is a two-way
highway
of neurosis
on a one way
blacktop.
Men
are so obvious,
needy
& weak;
women
so devious,
cunning
& cruel.
Woods
emit light
from the center
of a sorcerer.
The evil parent
has been killed;
the house licked
clean. Bite marks
lace veins
in the finest filigree.
Memory
is the killer.
I no longer write
from instinct
but intention.
You've captured
me and we both
remain lost.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016
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