since it’s the 20th anniversary of the death of Kurt Cobain, here is the poem i wrote when i heard about his death.
somewhere between buffalo & cleveland,
i heard that your voice was stilled forever.
lake erie was deep grey to my right
& the sky was a broken white lace shroud
behind which the yellow sun was hiding
unable to show its guilty sad face.
a cold wet wind yet smelling so like spring.
oh sad child, you did not see the dawn
beyond the long dark night. you did not see
the endless possibilities that come
with success. like all the addict poets,
you sought the love only death could provide.
as for me, i cried, i cried when i heard.
another one gone. another one gone.