Ode to L. Cohen
 
what gods patrol these streets?
strange ideas
breeding 
in the dust
in the…
            moisture
left by the fallen
the Dead?
NO!
just you and I
dancing
awkwardly
the music is too fast

“we need a slow song”
 
===make out session===
 
the interlude is over

RETURN TO YOUR SEATS NOW!
 
we draw out
tepid spectacles
that no one watches
 
not even on a slow news day?
 
the water is cold
            you will overcome
what does that mean?
 
I was tired after minor victories
small accomplishments
no history
just the void
omnivorous
voracious
 
these words will rot
or simmer
in a landfill
until the Sun explodes
(that capital S is…
 
the imaginary ether
slowly exhausting itself
 
the hunger subsides
it’s a miracle!
so much bread!
so many fish!
it's dust you fool
 
I’ll eat it anyway
 
it’s just easier
to give
up
 
someone ripped off Leonard Cohen – his accountant
at least
that’s what I heard
 
he was away
being a monk or some shit
he came back
------huge mistake
but there was glory still to be had
altars
monuments
pillars
erected
in the face of DOOM
 
more kisses in the dark
 
where is Marianne? under that blue sky?
back then
 
sigh
 
back then, the sweat was sweet
 
now it burns, causes rashes
it’s too…
       moist
 
*barf*
 
I can’t get to the toilet
 
your life does not matter
 
I disagree
 
with what?
 
breath
mundane
often painful
yet magical
 
in all the universe 
breath
who could conceive it?
air flowing
thru lungs
living
 
proof of God?
or our own brief divinity?
 
I’m no theologian
and time is the only priest
 
cold machine logic
 
but “magic is afoot”
 
ah, but I am lame
hobbled
 
our why
is too fleshy, too much fat
gristle
 
it’s dying
 
DEAD?
 
there is no why
 
only…