Radio-Friendly Unit Shifter
for the late Kurt Cobain

 

These poems serve your need of the moment,
hoping eternity, hoping merely. Publications
overwrite each other in memory, history, e'en
your personality. That's the piracy, advertised
originality which sells our theories. And pub-
lishing overwrites writers now living librarily.

Say they close shop, what hungers in the knee?
It's the commerce in stands that's our integrity.
So I bring you word that is only Me, I interview
myself to bring more mo-ney (that's one cool rhyme),
and coolness it is that feeds my attractive Imagery.
Listen to us, the papers rustling, but while I complain
I stupidly write on, taking my turn in the copycat boon.

What's the subject for today? What is there to paint?
What shall I say for keys and mouse? What shall I scream,
Ice Cream? It's not about you at all, I do not care for
our country, General. You don't care either, much
less buy poetry books. But needing each other, we
appear together, the cameras helter-skelter, what a
stupid rhyme, all of a sudden my self-pity hooks.

Formula One is a car. To me it's an art, crashing where
you will it, crying when you're done, seeking all that
sympathy, now you've lost but won. Life imitates cars.

 

 

 

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