Orion's Wound (for Kurt Cobain)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic



We let ourselves become so damned comfortable,

here in our crowded rocks-

and you let yourself become so damned vulnerable,

there on your battered island-


What I knew of life,

you selfless bastard,

I had begun to accept.

What you learned from life,

you helpless shepherd,

you had begun to disown.


Explain your answer in words I understand,

Mister Cobain.

Suck the naked mystery out of this

fucking lie of yours;

You felt the fire in your belly,

until you could feel no more-

Now feel our fires,

you tortured puppet.


I'm pissed off, Kurt, so I do the little word dance

on your brave little head;

I'm confused, Kurt, so I do the the little

morbid shuffle for the unwashed dead.


You're a little hippie hero to the

sheep who want your songs.




No apologies.

Submitted: February 04, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Michael Pollick. All rights reserved.

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tom mcmullen

He is in nirvana now I guess ha ha????!

Fri, February 5th, 2021 7:34am

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