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.
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
SELFISH
I'm want to be selfish tonight,
she informed me,
before I had a chance
to light a joint.
Selfish, huh,
I replied,
fumbling with a bag of reefer
& rolling papers.
Selfish,
what does that mean?
It means stop rolling that shit
& pay attention; it means
I want to be violated
& abused & punctured
& ripped up! It means
I want to be taken
& spent; it means
I want to forget
why I'm here.
She was true to her word.
When we finished
I blew away
like a feckless leaf
in a sultry wind.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2019
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