2001-06-17
|| 10:54 p.m.
Field COmmander Cohen
I'm a bit disappointed. I discovered a bunch of new Leonard Cohen poems. Flushed with the discovery, I started excitedly cutting and pasting them into a chat session I was having with Gingi. I keep forgetting that no everybody loves poems. I started writing because of Leonard Cohen. I discovered him at a time of my life that I can only describe as hellish. His words infected me, I guess. Showed me how to stay alive when all I wanted to do was die. My first real date with my former fianc�e was the Leonard Cohen show at the old Forum. Gods, that was so long ago. I remember we sat on the Crazy Tree in Westmount Park afterwards and argued for a while. We used to fight like animals, then make up like demons; until finally one night, we just gave up and went our separate ways. At the concert, she promised to take off that little summer dress if He played 'Memories.' I knew he wouldn't because it was off the album he hated. He rarely plays anything at all off of that album, but I was hoping he'd do it all special-like because he was at home in Montr�al, and C wasn't wearing a blessed thing under than dress. She's married now and living in Paris, I'll probably never marry, and die in some St-Henri hole, replete with rats and roaches, scratching out one last poem onto the tabletop with the broken tines of a fork.
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