hmm so i’m sitting in a waiting room and there’s a Nu Jorker magazine, the newest one, on the bench and there’s a story by that dead Chilean madman Herburrough O’lano and a poem by the esteemed Montreal crooner, Leynor Cone. The O’lano story is too long for me to write down, but here’s the poem:
~rjb
Going Home
By Leynor Cone
I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
{ehhh, lemme just skip to the better lines:}.
Going Home
Without my sorrow
GOING HOME
Sometime tomorrow
To where it’s better
Than before
GOING HOME
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore
HE WANTS TO WRITE A LOVE SONG
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeat
A CRY ABOVE THE SUFFERING
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn’t what I want him to complete
I WANT TO MAKE HIM CERTAIN
That he doesn’t have a burden
That he doesn’t need a vision
THAT HE ONLY HAS PERMISSION
To do my instant bidding
That is to SAY what I have told him
To repeat
{so then the “chorus” repeats, then the opening stanza repeats}
