The Suit
Leonard Cohen, Flowers for Hitler
I am locked in a very expensive suit
old elegant and enduring
Only my hair has been able to get free
but someone has been leaving
their dandruff in it
Now I will tell you
all there is to know about optimism
Each day in hub cap mirror
in soup reflection
in other people’s spectacles
I check my hair
for an army of alpinists
for Indian rope trick masters
for tangled aviators
for dove and albatross
for insect suicides
for abominable snowmen
I check my hair
for aerialists of every kind
Dedicated as an automatic elevator
I comb my hair for possibilities
I stick my neck out
I lean illegally from locomotive windows
and only for the barber
do I wear a hat
Happy Week ❤
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Grazie. 🙂
E anche tu. ❤
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Love this post, MM.
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Thanks Jane. 🙂
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loved Cohen! Great image as always!
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Thanks, Cohen has always been a fav. 🙂
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