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 7, 2019
SHE HAUNTS MY HEART
and patrols my borders;
she stands guard
in corridors & chambers
where Cherry Blossoms
& bloodied moons
are whipped by frenzy
into an ignorance
of desire.
Enslaved
only to her own
paranoia, the poison laced
with a mother's love,
she sets tripwires
for the naive
& firing squads
for the masters of war.
Today
is like a truce
between troglodytes
birthed from a traumatic narcissism:
one who is very comfortable being home;
and the other
unable to move--both
very much in love.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2019
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