she would say you are making me do this
but he saw no straight lines of Newtonian force flow from him to her
the opposite was true
each and every savage spat
pushed her further from his heart
she could not stand being dumped
an action that confirmed his place in her folk tales
he has yet to give an inch of compassionThe photograph is of a David Hockney designed blind in Saltaire. The village is worth a visit if you are in the area.
This second poem riffs off the same source.
Leonard, she told me, got one thing right, women and men are at war, constantly, and I was a fool to believe otherwise. Over time I concluded she was more Pat Benatar than Leonard Cohen, playing to the camera, all synth drums and big hair and a spiteful mind, the kind that cannot be healed. I enlisted in the army and gave no quarter.I leave you with Natalie Merchant and San Andreas Fault.