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.
Sunday, April 29, 2018
TO EACH THEIR OWN PUZZLE
In the sometimes
frozen chatter
underneath midnight's
dripping bladder
efficiently spreading
another's honey oiled
madness of movement
onto a beaded cradle
I followed
footsteps
so easily cushioned
by last year's lies.
They wore their grins
and approbations
as easily as my female
bitch slurps her gruel.
Her pups slurping
her distended tit
biology like flowers
leaning into the sun.
It is spring here.
Buttons are opened.
The courts recessed.
Open preening
is a sport that few
do well at.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018
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