Late Night Poem

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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The Drugstore Notebook on September 4, 2013 at 6:07 pm

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okeating on July 21, 2013 at 5:18 pm

Sounds like you were in my head.