Curt

my depiction of kurt cobain. the title has been spelt wrong purposely; DISCLAIMER. also, i'm not pompous enough to assume i knew his motives. i'm an artist. what do we know of those, anyway?!

Quick cat, salted gnat

My embryoed waste, flesh-eating disciple. 

Mother Darling snickers, a riot stampedes across the heart

Unboxed and unpackaged, unfolded like leukaemia

I had hoped to keep my teeth in abundance of gum,

But the collapse caved in and I sought

An inside-out organelle reverse, the claws of

Love row on toward;

Words become asthmatic, I asked of a Wetterbericht and

Received a fist kneaded into my chest, good God

I tried to court my faery love,

And the hammer coincided, hung-over

And forlorn, I rowed on, enigmatic eyes

Torching the law; deigned to surge the East

Of it's western companionship, my guts

Crawl out of my throat, banshee-calling the Magistrate

I've been cheated, o-h no! A child pissing on my grave

Ten years before it's time, my insides

Sketched against the Qur'an, the subliminal message 

Cawed across oceans, I am drowning,

They are mumbles now; the faring 

Moan and the light-house watch me, making a recluse of oxygen;

The blizzard of it starves. I am one

With the taunt. 

Author's Note

ah this sucks, but opinions matter, i guess? also, at it says in the ridiculously small-fonted description that i DO NOT HAVE ANY CLAIM TO KURT'S LIFE. i am a ridiculously pretentious 16-year old, and all i wanted was to art him the way he art-ed.