After watching conspiracy theories about Kurt Cobain's deathA Poem by Dana AlsamsamOh Courtney Love, loves! So deeply that the only accurate compensation is a gunshot wound In the head. Four days old. I don’t care if you’re Jesus and your lawyers are the twelve disciples, Raising holy hell on your parents and everyone that loves you, Stripping them bare, is no angsty excuse for you to snort more coke. You rub them this way and that because they let you. Friction between your festering thighs of rock star sex that’s neither as good or as evil as it’s cracked up to be Rubbing them like an eraser until their nearly invisible, And you’re the only thing keeping their image alive. Getting so much satisfaction out of hearing your own voice Suck the life out of others that you drive his beautiful mind into the background because of mere forced complacence. Sick, unproductive, Bonnie and Clyde love. Debauching yourself in pseudo secrecy because your drug dealer has two phone lines: one for speed, one for dope. Each line occupied by one lover on the opposite sides of their high. Your galleria tabloid image reflected him so passionately in the opposite direction that he shoves a gun down his throat. You can definitely break that which isn’t yours- he wasn’t. Finally there is a break in your psychotic mess for four and a half minutes When you’re on your way down, your nanny with white lips rocking your baby in the dirty corner You realize that in the mess that your own daughter doesn’t know you anymore. Then you go back up, and leaves spread their surface area to fall, and you forget. Eyes once so omnipresent, so captivating now just a painting of the moon that Kurt did on the bridge by his childhood home. Life like enough to fool anyone into thinking that there is any emotion Left in your dreary mind. Dyed black hair and black lipstick, black as the tar that you pumped Into your bloodstream (and his). You’ll stop wearing black when they invent a darker color. Or when Hollywood takes you back. LSD and cosmetic surgery and murder. Oh Courtney Love, LOVES. © 2013 Dana AlsamsamAuthor's Note
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Added on June 23, 2013Last Updated on June 23, 2013 Tags: kurt cobain, courtney love, suicide, murder, experimental, punk rock, dark, depressed, cocaine, heroin, relationship, psychotic, black, glamour AuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more..Writing
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