ok, i'd like to -- and will, someday -- spend a lot more time with this one.
sleeping with leonard cohen
i'm sleeping with leonard cohen again,
like all those old nights i curled
around his words, furtive with my own
i keep him in our sheets, tucked into my side
of the bed -- he's a small man and bent
now under the weight of his mind
he is courtly, polite, except for his hands
which are everywhere, busy with touching
or poems that last all night
i try to cover his mumble with my pillowcase,
but i can't muffle this old man in our bed, this relapse
and you lie, these nights, looking at the wall, listening
6 comments:
Hey Kerry,
This is very effective overall but the last stanza is my favorite...
Hee hee hee! What a great idea for a poem - truly Canadian! When you work on it next, you might experiment with losing the third party, or alternatively, creating more conflict/intrusion.
And I love "his hands/which are everywhere".
Oh no, the third party is essential - Leonard's love poems are all about him and her and the other her/him, aren't they?
Yeah, the third party is integral!
Are third parties even ALLOWED to comment on their third-party-status?
Like the line break "He's a small man and bent".
Wonderfully dirty implications.
Post a Comment