Kurt

Kurt was a flash flood

that sputtered out fast.

Half Vonnegut,

Half Cobain,

He wrote sonnets to mourn for better pasts

and hosed his brain off daily onto butcher paper.

His life was a book he closed halfway through

cause he didn’t want to spoil the ending.

His girl was Jen, they had a baby,

every day she’d say “hey boo

you’d be crazy not to sell those words

they’re beautiful.”

So he did.

He sold them to the sky before he jumped in,

(He charged a steep price, but it paid in full)

and he watched the wind grow legs and arms

to dance his songs across the ceilings of the world.

Then he picked a fresh wither,

and whirled with it into the waved pavement.

Jen made a living reviving the words he’d killed,

and filled up the baby’s cup with tales of a tragic hero

who’s only fatal flaw 

was a brain too wide for his jaw.

Reviews

[Sydney]

I love this. The meaning is very cryptic but I totally get it. A man too smart, and too good for his own good. I love how rhythmic it is but not so much as to distract from the core message. Very nicely put together. Well done :)

[Anthony J]

Thank you for reading!!

[Sydney]

Always a pleasure mate

[Sydney]

Ps. I think this might actually be one of my favorite things you've written honestly

[Anthony J]

Thanks so much!! I'm happy with how it turned out

[Sydney]

Yeah I definitely applaud you on this one, really. It not only tells a beautiful and thought provoking story, it flows so well, it's a joy to read.

[Anthony J]

:D thanks! Your opinion means a lot

[Sydney]

You are very very welcome :)