listening to Cohen
on my old record player
I remember our first argument
about tea and oranges
in an old Victorian shelter
peeling green
and rusty red
next Perch Rock
It wasn't
that I found Cohen
a bad poet
in my arrogant youth
I sensed a rival
needing destruction
under a cold blue sky
resonant with screeching gulls
as we walked
hand in hand
prize won
unbeknownst to her
I could hear
Leonard reprimanding me
for using his poetry
for such base means
He was definately chuckling quietly, as am I. I think this line "in my arrogant youth
I sensed a rival
needing destruction" has answered many questions for me lol.
