Kurt Cobain

I am in love with Kurt Cobain.

He’s a blond-haired, blue-eyed Aryan Jesus,

American dream boy with sarcastic dimples,

sallow-cheek'd, thin-boned,

caught in a yelping raging screaming tantrum,

with hate honed into music.

Also he is most poetically dead,

at 27 a magazine music hero

with a tattered halo, awful sweater and acoustic guitar

singing broken sawed-off blues

in a flannel overhang,

swirling skinny and wild from a chandelier.

He’s a junk-needle gentleman

raised cold and knowing in Aberdeen winter sawmills.

Reviews

[Sharkapillar]

*dies* I loooooooooooooooooooove Kurt Cobain. Currently still mourning his death. :'(
Love love love love this poem. Love it with all my heart. It flows perfectly along with the fantasticness of Kurt. Two thumbs up.
~Blessed Be~

[Michael X]

an embracing tribute to the prophet of grunge. with respect. i like how the word play gave credence to the imagery. Long live Nirvana, awsome job