Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away - Leonard Cohen

I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you, I’m glad you stood in my way.

If you are the dealer
Let me out of the game
If you are the healer
I’m broken and lame
If thine is the glory
Mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame

JINGLE

To show the fat brain
rotting like stumps of brown teeth
in an old bright throat
is the final clever thrill
of summer lads all dead with love.

So here is mine,
torn and stretched for the sun,
to be used for a drum or a tambourine,
to be scratched with poetry
by Kafka’s machine