It is no secret to me that Leonard Cohen
drank too much wine late at night,
listening to someone like
Leonard Cohen on too much wine
late at night.
I am no better than myself.
The way I break down is sudden and graceful,
with altruism, helping hand,
my head held up
so beautifully high.
I am no better than myself.
Fragility, to me,
said softly,
becomes fertility.
Several tragedies
is the title of this silent, late night poem.
Written 2005
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With me, it usedf to be Dylan’s “Sad eyed Lady of the Lowlands”.
Dylan also works great. Check out Sarah Jaffe.
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