SURRENDER,

my dear. Hoist
the white flag
and engage
the beast.
The beast
who marvels
at your diseased
heart and
the coarseness
of your peasant soul.

I promise
we'll waltz
to Brahms
and serve
each other's
flesh in a
Freudian hothouse.

The creature
straddles a fence
and all the boats
point west.

Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017