Collecting
smiles in paper bags
Up
to my mouth to unwind
Nowhere
left to roam in this land
She’s a virgin no more – raped by an inferior man.
Who tells lies to get what he wants.?.
Candy
red tulips – blood from the hunt
A
collective imagination rotted by t.v.
Original
ones given media V.D.
Forever
young – burnt by cigarettes
My liquid tongue – speaking secret minarets
Rap is dead. Rock already was
Shut
your eyes while the needle’s in
Don’t
know where you’re going
Don’t
know where you’ve been
Racing
with lost highways
Another
lonely life to begin
Dedicated
to Kurt Cobain:
The
Amberdeen, WA Boyish-Queen
(1967
– 1994)
April
6, 2003
John
Conte`
Inspired
Thanks:
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NME
Melody
Maker