FORTY-DEUCE

Striptease night,
laughing
at the days blatency,
curls
inside dampness
as cosmetic whores
frown
upsidedown
in neon
madness.

Norman Savage
New York City, 1973

POEM

sizzling sun
fever at noon
as the outlaw rides
into the spoon.

his escape spilled
from the spiders lips
and he, only able to kiss
the ghost of a spirit, choose
to be, Hamlet,
once again.

Norman Savage
New York City, 1973

FRIDAY 8 O'CLOCK

night
that sticks
its tongue
into the ears
of corners
hides from the eyes
of cracks...

awoke
and ran
out
to meet
eros
so I could
do it
up
thirs-
ty
head
tall spade
a-
round
blind-
fold lick
my way
cook-
er it
cot-
ton draws
it up
cock
a doo-
dle do
it
(trey, man
taste it
beat-
en be-
fore
(twice or)
now and
fuck crip-
ple girl
three times)
re-
turn to
calm
street
mag-
i-
cal horse
ride
find
some food
to re-
sume.

Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1969

SATURDAY, 9:33 A.M.

wake-up
shot
never.
things to do
today:
one:
cop.
walk into strange pads
to steal;
walking fast
to meet
a loud $37 Italian
knit and
gator shoes.

Norman Savage
Coney Island, 1969