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This is a poem I wrote about a guy from my high school and community college days. He was a sweet and innocent fool who wanted to be a Mod and was into anything that could be labeled “British Rock.” He always asked me if I liked The Beatles. Yes, he was not all there in the head but who really is? This was written after reading various poems in The Energy of Slaves .

Leonar (“Do you like The Beatles”)
Some practicing cloud pusher
Begins to masturbate
A world moves in the crack
Between flattened buttocks
Once in a pain of blues
Without them a certain
Lonely advertisement begins

He moans in rejection
The cock just weeps out
Bitter surrender flags
Chalky white to seal his fate

He’ll never have a woman

This poem did not start out about Leonar. I was trying to capture the essence of Leonard Cohen in a person that could never understand the intellectual side of sex. He may be able to feel the physical pleasure but the deeper root understanding is lost. This was trying to get at that Leonard Cohen side of Death of A Ladies' Man as well.

An interresting perspective. When In love the heart may hurt if someone dumbs ya, but the brain explodes in theories of conspiration. And Sex is the door in the reason which invites you to trascend your mind and at the same time be aware of it

Peter

Peter,

Thanks for the comments... I appreciate them greatly. The line you said about the brain exploding is great. I wonder if Leonar will ever know the feeling...

-Sean
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