Tag: leonard

Len & Me in Lockdown

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I fell out of love
with myself – its
easy to do – will
erodes [laziness
rages to sighs &

sleep is my task
in waking hours]
I have not done –
others have – I’ve
lost weeks to it/

My weak poems
are thrown [drink
has been my old
whore & partner]
& Leonard’s lilt –

love songs to me
[I’ll whine in time
to his sick notes]
cool my latte – to
add to my chores

as I wash up after
old Lennie Cohen
[& spectres of his
lovers – they leave
sweated bedding]

& he’ll hit a chord
as my sink drains
in northern ways –
[see vinyl spins to
gravity’s old hand]

Mr C is locked up
with me – he says
No one likes poets
as he sips a coffee
[long-cold to syrup]

& hums along with
his own voice – L P
sent – come healing
of the limb – he has
forgotten his song/

La Belle Saison

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I centred my bottle of opened bière
on Leonard’s forehead as I revisited
my circulated Lazy Susan of history –
If we had fucked in Paris in ’68 – if our
false histories were purchased items –
I would have bought extra time with
my French friend in 2018 / A summer
gave up / I cupped her right buttock
in my left hand & we kissed as if all
others no longer [only for an hour?]
mattered – as another re-cycled her
suckers [her paying lovers] / I fell in
love for one last time in my only life
[under another’s misdirections from
her downstage position – she recited
lines that she had written out as lies]
Her claims of drunken anger survive
whilst my sobriety stings in wounds –
Leonard would’ve totally understood
why love was my way to pare to truth
[as my French friend said… plus serré]

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