A found poem for dverse. I’m not a Nirvana fan and all I know about Kurt Cobain is that he’s dead. The very short poem that came out of all the lines below seems appropriate though.
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I’ve been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Underneath the bridge, tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I’ve trapped have all become my pets
And I’m living off of grass, and the drippings from my ceiling
It’s OK to eat fish ’cause they don’t have any feelings
Look on the bright side, suicide
Lost eyesight, I’m on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron, I’m not sleeping
Suicide is painless
Eyes locked into black
trapped and feeling lost
I’m left broken
not sleeping..
The Four Swans 