“Nein!” she cried out,
but he did it anyway.
He was a soldier &
she was a
child of the enemy.
He didn’t care
that she was
only nine.
Afterward her
tender years
tipped upside down &
triplicated into sixes.
She went down the
path of evil
on Bremerhaven’s
red-light streets,
hellbent on payback.
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You finally
find a way
to remain
friends with
a woman who
left you &
as a
reward you
get to
water her
plants when
she goes
on vacation.
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He’s a
retired linguistics
professor with
Alzheimer’s
three deranged
children &
a wife who
laughs hysterically
at everything
anyone says.
He walks
for hours
around &
around the
junior-high
track in
baggy
sweat pants an
Eddie Bauer
jacket &
one of those
Australian
rimmed hats
with a
chin strap.
He seems
relieved
now that
the words have
left him.
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He died on
Ash Wednesday,
giving up
life for
Lent.
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The beginning
of time
the end
of days
a false
diagnosis
thrombosis
triptophane
sodium pentothal
your grandmother’s
still urgent
sex drive.
The call of
the wild
wild thing
you make my
heart sing a
little off
key perhaps
because of
the mild
stench from
the marsh.
But stench
can never
be modified
so why
do I
say mild &
why am I
singing to
start with
while the
sky grows
dark?
Crazy for
love wild
for affection
the good
ship Lollipop
Willy Wonka’s
Chocolate Factory
the castrated dream.
I’m talking
into a
mirror like a
one-legged parrot
I’m nailing
hope to
my death wish
like a
spaghetti
string yo-yo
love pinched
like a pea.
I’ve scoured
the plate
left not
one shred
of evidence.
Yours is
the last
hand I’ll
hold &
then comes
the dismantling.
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10 Nov 1995, California, USA, USA — Leonard Cohen Meditating at the Mount Baldy Zen Center — Image by © Neal Preston/Corbis
Nothing
the Beatles say
carries me from
A to Z
Leonard Cohen,
on the
other hand,
says here,
step up to
LMNOP &
let me
show you a
thing or two
about QRST.
No mention
of A & Z.
But he’s wearing
monk’s robes &
Florsheim shoes,
which makes me
just a
litte uneasy.
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