At the end of this life
if you can say
I did some things
I really, really enjoyed
and helped some people
along the way
all the while
laboring loves labyrinth
then that
I’d say
is a beautiful life.
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At the end of this life
if you can say
I did some things
I really, really enjoyed
and helped some people
along the way
all the while
laboring loves labyrinth
then that
I’d say
is a beautiful life.
She let herself go
in all the beautiful ways
she was destined to
As I sunk deeper under bedsheet
wanting nothing more than to disappear
alone in the darkness
She was painting all her daydreams
in pale blue watercolor
twirling her brush between strokes
Like I had watched her do
so many countless nights before
like the time she painted me nude
And I watched her beauty unfold
like a single blooming lotus flower
adrift on a swamp at dawn
If I don’t know what a word means
I look it up on my phone
I type “majordomo” for example
And learn that it means
“a chief steward in a large household”
And it’s that simple
It’s quite refreshing in a way
Like I’ve led myself to water and know now when to drink
Lots of makeup.
Lots and lots of makeup.
To invent the perfect you.
That stuff clogs your pores you know.
Believe it or not.
I wore makeup too.
But nobody told me
it didn’t match my skin tone.
Nobody but a few.
You can’t break a kid’s spirit like that.
It’s unnatural.
But that’s what we do.
That’s what’s beautiful?
I beg to differ.
That’s not the perfect you.
But it’s under there.
Somewhere.
Working harder every day.
He had his finger on the pulse of a generation.
And another on the trigger of a shotgun.
Depending on who you believe,
a conspiracy theory won’t bring back the dead.
A corpse doesn’t lie, it sings.
It sings all the beautiful things it couldn’t see alive.
Through sentiment.
Remembrance.
And praise.
Shedding it’s form.
It becomes an idol.
He was a slick cat, that Kurt Cobain.
If he hadn’t wanted fame, Aberdeen would have gladly laid his grave.
And if not for boredom, then how could one know joy?
He was a slick cat, that Kurt Cobain.
A sly dog, indeed.