Come As You Are

a tribute to Nirvana one of a trilogy

Come As You Are

Sun is leaving
the tented nation,
beer has been drunk 
all the long summer day
and the smell of burgers 
and frying food is everywhere.

The wheel chair and the wig
hide the blond boy,
half shaven his thin features
and blue eyes shine through,
it is August 1992.

The addict turns comedian,
slapstick he falls flat,
scampering to recovery
he dons his guitar
as the first chord slams.

The drunken crowd roar
staccato strobe cuts the stage
rips the night air,
the band growl, teeth bared
and the mayhem begins.

Grohl hammers the sticks,
Krist applies the bass,
Kurt in madman's gown
screams poetry
Nirvana still alive.