10,817. LEONARD COHEN

LEONARD COHEN

Sometimes we cannot reach the edges.

The darkness over-takes us and other

forms of meekness stop us cold. The

pearl handle of this revolver stares me

down. Should I move on, or stay here to
grow old? Just another mindless faction 
here of nothing  -  little to show, no place 
to go, and no one to follow either.

-

In 1966 Leonard Cohen 's book was

on the table. 'Beautiful Losers,' it was

called. I'd put it there, just to stare.