I'm Your Fan

Leonard Cohen sings

songs for my depressive soul

old man, I'm your fan

For Elijah

On this night

while the tallow

turns to gas

and the cup

stands unsipped

we repeat the old words aloud

and remember that

first road trip - our tribal escape

no time for bread

thru our long journey

take only water and wine

what will survive

the cold desert nights

wandering until the last Hebrew

slave has passed

Patrick Who Haiku

Did he save the kids?

Lead the snakes from the village?

Who was Saint Patrick?



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