Notes About The Poem
 
 
for Leonard Cohen, on his metamorphosis, his ?? (Zanka)...
 
 
Leonard Cohen died at aged 82 on Nov 7, 2016. 
   I found words for him on November 11th.
 
 

 

 

(This in my series on/for/from/to/through dead poets.)

 

 

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Leonard

Topsy-turvy seems so
well, it seems so cute
relentlessly cute
saccharin cute.

Until and unless you're in it
and then, well then the 
belly comes to regard
its place in you as
something less than
...certain.

Topsy-turvy, ugh
abounding now
injured this, and angry he
fractured that, and we less she
ugh

pitchforks are being sharpened
and eyes are narrowing
the hits keep coming
and then sooner than
we're ready, before we've
absorbed the first hits
they're covered
before we've recovered
ugh

and now Leonard has gone
and left us
(his poetry)
and now Leonard has gone
and left us
(his view)

and now and now.
And now
we're left with
only what Leonard 
left.

You left too soon
I hadn't yet
learned how to
live up to your death.

Topsy-turvy
Unnerves me.

And my Buddhist rock
has turned to dust
and left us to just us.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 13, 2018 at 9:38 AM
Lump in my throat. <3
Watson Avatar
April 13, 2018 at 11:58 AM
Awwwwww. The series grows... :( hugs to you!
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