Saturday, March 25, 2006


If I'd ever had a musical voice it might have sounded as young as Leonard Cohens sounds on the record I'm listening to right now.

Where was her place near the river. I always wanted to be with her because she was half crazy and thought she might love me from that side but I never touched her perfect body with my mind or even my hand.

That was back in the sixties. Another time and another place. So many times and places. So many Suzanne's and so many sunsets.

And right now at this moment there is still that idea of perfect love.

Who was Suzanne? who was I?

Who am I right now at this moment?