Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, how i want you to be.
If there was a thought bubble above the Converse guy’s head, it would read “what a man what a man what a man what a mighty good man”Black Flag, 1984.
Eternally 27 (April 5 1994)
poem for english, kinda like it <3
Near Lake Washington such a thing occured
that made the whole world stumble.
It was expected yet unexpected
His heart was broken with no glue.
Thousands came as they were to share grief
All gathered at the Seattle Centre on April 10th
Mourning the one man who
In the sun, made them feel as one.
He may have lived a short time
His music touching people at the core.
Now is death, a painful wound
which needs no apology.
Legacy still continues to shine
in Viretta Park and Aberdeen.
Big and small tokens of gratitude
His image now a known memory.
You’re not in highschool again.
He didn’t save himself so no one’s happy
We all know where he sleeps at night
permanently distilled the life inside of him.
Polly doesn’t want a cracker
and there are no more pretty songs.
We may have found friends inside our heads
but now just take him home.
He maybe dead but he was not bad.
Now he’s in heaven where the angels fly.
He didn’t love himself as much as you
now he ended his constant pain.
Instead of you, he drained himself
of conciseness and action.
We now know we were right,
Kurt Cobain is dead.
