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when audrey hepburn died
I was drunk and slightly thrilled
feeling a strange sense of guilt
and where were you?
when gilles deleuze died
I knew I’d never reach them
the borders of my boredom
and where were you?
when thomas pynchon died
I was still asleep
dreaming of electric sheep
and where were you?
when leonard cohen died
I was shopping in some mall
feeling not a thing at all
and where were you?
and when our love had died
I was wandring where I was and sighed
when audrey hepburn
when gilles deleuze
when thomas pynchon
when leonard cohen died