This was written as I reflected on some of the stark disparities between myself and a well-known poet and musician, Leonard Cohen. I would actually sing a lot of my poems, if I could. There is a problem with my throat that prevents me from being able to explore that side of my craft. This problem also makes it difficult for me to recite my poems at poetry readings.
Disparity
i’ve never seen such a cross
between whisk and wood
rod and rood
your words portray such
longing for the very thing
in your arms
what drove you to spatter
prolific patterns of thought
into sylleptic song
was it really the tenderness
you found beneath blue skirts
or was it g-ds
no i have a feeling it was just
the same old question
that manifests us all
stranger we both wear black
yours stylish and dapper
mine rotting and threadbare
and stranger we both bear songs
yours in starbucks cafes
mine hushed dead in my throat
