Waltzes with Morpheus
For Leonard Cohen
On this day, when you beckon with your gates of ivory and horn your crepuscular crooning, unpacking lenticular dark-diction
Leonard, I’ve listened, I’ve opened my suitcase of honeycomb phosphenes they’re trapped in your timeline like child refugees between a razor wire Jungle & a suicide-blue sea
in Calais, a beast of the lens of present tense, takes Orpheus behind the bushes, poetry has swallowed a vane of osmosis
oh day, she is breaking and breaking the moon is a sand dollar wafer your mouth, rock, paper and scissor the roadrunner, a Homeric gif
there’s a two hour wait to get to the solid gold toilet in MOMA silent emojis conquer Mount Fuji while the mouths of the buddhas lie broken
you burn your lonely tongue in the inferno of a hot-button hyphen psilocybin, or was it tequila? what was that word you sank in
to chase down each door of perception paint a lapis-blue fresco, and glue nostrum of a dream to windowless sky-tune you made love dance to
black widow spiders genuflect pirouette from the combs in your well tailored pockets but the angels on your shoulders now so cold and so homeless
saw you waving goodbye saw you ready to die and the last butterflies on your eyelids were singing
oubliette oubliette oubliette
© Sophia Naz














