A SUNDAY SERMON FOR THE BROKE & BROKEN; FOR THOSE AT WAR

with themselves...
Like those
who seek the lash
and the balm;
who have never looked into a mirror
that was friendly;
who have the posture
of a question mark;
who have the timing
of a busted watch--
this is for you...

One can never second guess themselves
too much; there is no such thing
as being right; and answers,
if such a thing ever existed,
are overrated; you are never
where you should be,
only where you are;
faith is for people
who already have it.
(These are obvious truths, baby,
and as such just serve to confuse
an already blood drenched mind.)

Better to rise
with a chameleon's grace
and Houdini's gifts.
Better a silhouette
than a snapshot.
Let others find
your mistakes.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2020

A SUNDAY SERMON

In my cock
I have
the nuclear codes:
Fuck it.

In my cunt
I have
your mother's touch:
Enter it.

My cock
validates
your worst suspicions;
my cunt
grants reprieves
& erases all doubts.
They allow you
to believe
you're connected
while granting
a few precious minutes
of death.

Let us pray.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017