Leonard Cohen was rightA Poem by Jack...
Leonard Cohen was right Standing before this microphone Blank faces stare from cushioned chairs Jewels sparkle, acting like they’re real While bow ties just seem sad…it happens Marching to the beat of clicking heels, Unbuttoned vests as strange eclipsed spotlights Illumine smoke swirls in overhead rafters Flowing from my ember’d fingertips And my hair is a mess…but it always is And I don’t care…do you? I’d clear my throat but that does no good Gravel has taken up residence…it pays the rent The room goes dim, the audience worries Glares spark like steel on asphalt I can see them clear, slowly fading in anxious doubt Scratching on some ink pad and dusty sheets…ideas Yet I adore you, I love everything that is you Need surpasses desire, and I need My arms long to cling you, crushed against me Breathing as one, harmonious breath…just thoughts…they come The bass player plucks and that is my cue Flicking my ashes I begin to read…poetry And the audience smiles…I am a poet and poetry is cool Leonard Cohen was right © 2014 Jack...Author's Note
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Added on March 5, 2014Last Updated on March 8, 2014 AuthorJack...San Antonio, TXAboutNot much to tell about me, I am just Jack, I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a painter, a builder and a dreamer. I live in south Texas but am originally from New Jersey and miss it more and more all .. more..Writing
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