Little Pieces Of The Real

Cyberspace Battle-star Author-astro-ship Galactica 

coming no where soon

in an imaginary universe of hallucinations

where all perversions, universally accepted

and the doors of perception

burnt to a crisp

and the music,

oh the music

of the screeching black cat

is better than 

any ejaculation fixation

of your corpse bride

cause in this fantasy

the stand-ins multiply

God cannot change destiny

so with your finger on the button

Nature's laws remain in night

Zizek said, let fantasmatic reincarnation be

and electricity ignite! 

  

all false, no truth.

Jouissance is Suffering

Poem

I heard of a man

who says words so beautifully

that if he only speaks their name

women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body

while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips

it is because I hear a man climb stairs

and clear his throat outside our door.

The Music Crept By Us

I would like to remind

the management

that the drinks are watered

and the hat-check girl

has syphilis

and the band is composed

of former SS monsters

However since it is

New Year's Eve

and I  have lip cancer

I will place my

paper hat on my

concussion and dance

The Nightmares Do Not Suddenly

The nightmares do not suddenly

develop happy endings

I merely step out of them

as a five year old scientist

leaves the room

where he has dissected an alarm clock

Love wears out

like overused mirrors unsilvering

and parts of your faces

make room for the wall behind

If terror needs my round green eyes

for a masterpiece

let it lure them with nude keyholes

mounted on an egg

And should Love decide

I am not the one

to stand scratching his head

wondering what wall to lean on

send King Farouk to argue

or come to me dressed as a fast

Leonard Cohen Selected Poems 1956-1968