Leonard Cohen’s ear
Most days I wish I could leave the city behind,
shave my head, and live in the mountains wild.
But I’m no Leonard Cohen, you know.
I can’t just up and leave, no earthly bonds, there you go.
The best I can hope for is a slow, quiet Sunday afternoon
with Marianne, Suzanne, and that girl from the Chelsea Hotel.
All I’ve got going for me is a weird, uneasy peace of mind,
no silence nor liquid time, nor milling of the mind
no freedom from gods nor religion,
no purity of the soul, nor spiritual haven.
The best I’ve got going for me is a cheap
New Age Feng shui, chakra chi self-help guide
and a stuffy old red and black book with an ear on it.
Charika Swanepoel is a South African poet, writer, and literary scholar. She is currently pursuing her MA. at the North-West University. Some of her poems have appeared in Kalahari Review, Itch Journal, Twitterization Nation, and is forthcoming in a Medusa's Laugh Press anthology. She is also a volunteer reader at Helen: A Literary Magazine. In her free time she takes photos and practices the art of irritation, and plans on launching Laurel: A Literary & Arts Magazine.