MOTHS & FLAMES

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My in-box
is a tinderbox
of maybes.
And I come
from a long line
of seekers:
Catullus & Shelley
& Byron & all those
rowboat suicides
have made my pebbled path
no easier to traverse,
but fun to follow.

Words have lit
the back alleys
of madness
& another has
found me
behind those
choreographed characters
at my age
now.

In this heat
we look toward
Christmas.
I'll begin
to prepare
my lair
now...

Jingle Bells.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016

THE EBB & FLOW

of obsessions
are interesting
to observe
in others
& the self.
What draws one
compulsively
into a web
of repetition
is sticky
indeed.

For instance:
I've noticed
a lot of hits
on this blog
from Portugal
lately,
too many
to ignore,
& too many
for even me
to believe
that there
are lovers
for my work
in this country
I know nothing of
and know no one
who knows anything
of me.

There must be someone
with unsettled blood,
someone who's
bleeding,
someone whose cut
runs deep,
very deep.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015