THERE MUST BE LIFE

on some other fucking planet;
there must be some chick
who doesn't know me or
doesn't know my shit or
doesn't speak english
and doesn't give a damn
about Christmas
or New Years
and who gives
less of a fuck
about age
or infirmities
or gallantry
(whatever the fuck that means)
or has beetle-like opinions
gleaned from girlfriends
worse off than her
or relatives worse off than them
or children (real
or imagined).

I gotta get with Kepler
and a telescope
and make this happen
while things are still possible,
while I'm still possible
before I grow
into a complete asshole
while a tit like crab
crawls towards me
and the game
works on.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016