It is no secret to me that Leonard Cohen
drank too much wine late at night,
listening to someone like
Leonard Cohen on too much wine
late at night.
I am no better than myself.
The way I break down is sudden and graceful,
with altruism, helping hand,
my head held up
so beautifully high.
I am no better than myself.
Fragility, to me,
said softly,
becomes fertility.
Several tragedies
is the title of this silent, late night poem.
Written 2005