Kaveh

Leonard Cohen is a muse i can't afford to lose

Why do i get the feeling that god would love me, but life doesn’t. Is it usually this dark at 2 am? Smithers! Release the hooounds! Disheveled….bored lumps of cereal poo off the floor into the light where Abraham quivers beneath the other light –”tis morrow when Hell appear” (giggle, snarl)– dressed in saffron and barber’s gear to trim the fatmadness from the flock and shave the curls of pampered snow. Bark, says the red dog, bark bark bark! Abe throws him a bone, pats the electric mane fleas jump with fright up his golden frame! Night falls and the curtains drop bulbous frogs blow pussbubbles outside but in his mistress blows candles out & & & almost....there——–>Isaac! …..poor poor Isaac sits, like a carpet, an arm lengths away from his father’s golden blade, for Two Thouuuusand years he sits, kneeling praying weeping for the miracle. (i think i hear him now)