DONALD TRUMP

is trying to get
a hardon
for new years.
He said
he will get
the biggest & strongest & best hardon
ever.
In fact,
he's going to Times Square tonight
to prove it.
He's going
to lie
down underneath
the ball
as it drops
while we,
the millions there
& the tens of millions
everywhere else
counts off
the seconds.

You'll never get
below seven
he bellowed.
Never never never ever never.
He's never been one
to mince words.
We'll see.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2018

A PLAIN SPEAKING, HONEST, NEW YEAR'S EVE PROPOSITION/RESOLUTION TO AN ASTUTE, INTELLECTUALLY GIFTED, HO, WHO SEES RIGHT THROUGH ME

I will bring you all my
candied misery, my doubts,
all

my darkest moments; I'll gift
you with my sheared heart; are you
seduced yet

by all this
selfishness; this dupliciity
of newly minted ice; a Brahm's Requiem of French horns...

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017

2017 NEEDN'T HURRY ON MY ACCOUNT

Soon enough
I'll be shrunken
& bloodless...
or ash--
if I get lucky.
Better people than I
have made the journey.
I'm Ozymandias's
orphaned son
up to my balls
in sand: blank,
pitiless, lost
as I make my way
to the Bronx today
for a workshop
for jailbirds.

But at the stroke
of midnight
the raven will flutter
off Edgar's shoulder;
virginities will fall;
some will bleed,
others have bled,
amateurs will vomit
amid the horns, the revelers
the merry-makers; empires
will give themselves over
to shadows; girls will weep
& boys will whoop
their manhood to fathers
who are no longer there,
who followed their inner defaults:
money or fame or power.

And I'll be watching
it all play out.
I'll be with Ralph
& Alice & Norton & Trixie
in a Brooklyn tenement
in Bensonhurst.
Time does not age.
It clicks
endlessly.
Might as well
have a laugh.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

"HELLO, I MUST BE GOING"

New Years
was spectacular...





(I'm glad
that's over.)


Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015