superiority complex

the imbecile asked the fool
where he went to school.

ram cobain

dark thoughts

does night ever feel scared
and dream chilly nightmares
does it wish for a small light
to brighten away its fright
does it worry about strange knocks
and ticking of familiar clocks
does its very black blood sap
at the dripping of a leaky tap
does it ever feel painfully alone
when it hears the wind moan
does it break into a cold sweat
over the howl of a stray pet
does it say a devout hymn
against the flicker of shadows dim
does it clutch its pillow and weep
as it begs and cries for sleep
truly, does night ever say
I’m happy, here comes day.

ram cobain

will I…

will I be famous
as a writer someday
or will I remembered
as an orator who had his say
will I make it as a teacher
learned and worldly wise
or will I be a prodigy
and leave the masters surprised
will I be a doctor
god’s gift to the sick
or will I be a porn star
famous for my 12” dick
will I be a philanthrope
a generous soul indeed
or will I be a tycoon
untiring in my greed
but truth be told
I’m perfectly happy
for it takes a bit of them all
to make humble me

ram cobain

the last time

when was the last time
you wrote a silly rhyme
washed your own car
played air guitar
didn’t act your age
re-read a page
let the phone ring
smiled good morning
said a chain joke
let the sun soak
wore a crumpled shirt
admitted that it hurt?

ram cobain

double dying

the poem ran away
and hid under a chair
and try as I may
I couldn’t reach there
I called out to ma
why and woe that she
went all aha ha ha
all over me.

ram cobain

the reaper reaps

Death woke up different one day
stared into the mirror in dismay
for like an insomniac who daily tries
there were big bags under his eyes
and then his cheeks began to shrink
brittle blue from baby pink
he fearfully touched his vanishing hair
and the shiny skull spots birthing there
new wrinkle lines speedily cut in
like a familiar scythe ripping through skin
his proud pearly whites next fell loose
brown and useless like yesterday’s news
now his eyesight dimmed and blurred
like two spoonfuls of cataract stirred
maybe he heard a laugh but he wasn’t sure
with eardrums broken beyond cure
like an emperor bowed without a crown
his knees gave way and he crumpled down
and like a shower of sudden summer rain
his trousers burst into yuck yellow stain
as his chest started to rattle, splutter and give
he shrieked but gasped, “I want to live.”

ram cobain

ask

I can feed my wrist to blade
make my marker rainbow fade
stamp out glory with my own feet
make my iron hands fold in defeat
I can dream a wizening nightmare
make my skeleton cupboard bare
plot my splatter-glorious fall
make skull tattoos on the wall
I can wage a suicidal fight
gloat happily over my fatal plight
swallow my god and then betray
make my enemy have his say
I can puncture my one life boat
make my breath from seeking float
aim my neck towards the noose
make my wins to make me lose
I can act against my will
make hypocrisy have its belchy fill
tear a historic childhood snap
make best friends feel a stranger’s gap
I can do this and please more
make tears from blue skies pour
if only I could make you bless
make you, yes you say a yes.

ram cobain

one for the road

hunk
punk
monk
chunk
dunk
sunk
bunk
funk
junk
skunk
drunk.

ram cobain

silent witness

glorious, stoic, discreet sun
if you were to loosen your tongue
what stories would you care to tell
about mice and men and heaven and hell?

ram cobain