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.
Monday, December 3, 2018
THERE'S A HERBERT WALKER BUSH
and there's a Yossarian
& a mad prophet of chance
winking in a corner. Rembrandt
couldn't have done
better: Gods & clowns
warily circle each other.
So great is our love
of pagentry
& eccentricity:
a laugh,
a tear.
Our body's crazy symmentry
duking it out
on luck's battlefields.
My betrayal
has never been
to country
but to self;
it's the only thing
making me a soldier.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018
Good to see a poem. And a very good one, too.
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