The Last Lines of Leonard Cohen

And this is the book

You get married

A single step

And there’s no one left in Hell

Jikan Eliezer

You’d sing too

You are listening to Radio Resistance

They’ve wanted all these years

And raising kids

Better and better

Is a comb

My turn to resurrect

I prefer my stuff to theirs

In other little ways

The patient forgets to suffer

“Do not kill”

Why should I want to smile forever

Over my enormous hard-on

Old Jikan smoking