A Kurt Exit....stage Left Empty- a Lament Over Colbaine's Loss

A Kurt Exit....Stage Left--Empty.-( A lament over Kurt Cobain's loss)

A Kurt Exit....
Stage Left--Empty.

Haunted wraith of flesh,
strait jacketed by six strings,
strung out over a few short years,
screaming for recognition,
recognized for screaming,
"hello, hello, hello, HELLO,
H E L L O !"
"o hell, o hell, o hell, o hell,
Oh hell!"

Blasted by amps,
amped till he was blasted,

" I will move away from here,"
feet first................without any fear.(c)


from my Seattle
bungalow,

my fatal
bungle.... a.....low..... note

in my brilliant career.

Would it have been
different if I hadn't been

so low....solo?

The music fading,
this time the guitarist broken,
after so many broken guitars,

While the masses wept in,
wailing echoes from
an empty moge pit

The Kurtain falls,
a white sheet,
over a recognizable form,
on a sunny mourn.

A Curt exit from a
Cold bane of existence,
set free at last,
floating like
a sixteenth note,
discordantly
ever
upward,

What more could
he have given,
besides his very life,
What would the pain
of his 30's 40's and fifties
have offered us.

The music world
smiles sadly
with a missing tooth,
a missing link
to the darker side,

His spirit trapped
forever in shiny Cd's
and vinyl jackets,
eternal circles beaming
a limbo of laments,
his cries for help
that no one ever
really heard,
until it was
far too late.