Monday, March 04, 2013

the yellow way to Nirvana

Kurt Cobain's lank hair filled
with screams/pixies/trajects
all the air
all the air around
one little girl/boy
hello hello hello hello
don't wish for it
may you live in etc
how many girls in Seattle
would have wished scrawny
wishes for any of so much life
just before?
what is the sound of one hand
thrashing over
the bridge pickup?
think there

nothing now
never mind

spirit umbilical frags all in
the next door noises of love
anyone left smoking?


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