Some Offering, DUWBONo too long ago we had some funny people over for dinner. Leanna brought over a small contingent of hilarity and many logical progressions progressed, one which talk turning to Leonard Cohen (as sometimes in mixed drunken company talk will.) We found one of our number relatively unfamiliar (relatively!) and I reached up high to produce the old book previously forgotten as being inscribed by an old flame. Opening the compendium, the uninitiated (relatively!) read the verse aloud and, well, besides the truth of the matter sticking still, we felt pretty embarrassed at the dark melodrama of it all. Let's just say poetry should not be read aloud at a party. I don't care how drunk you are.
2 comments:
I reckon what you've got there in that picture is a brooklyn faggot
Looks very much like it!
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