like a horror
plot in a funny flick
or a placebo
that makes you raging sick
like a poor
man’s purse with a gaping hole
or a rich man
out with a begging bowl
like a geriatric
trying to lie about his age
or an illiterate
pretending to read a page
like a
passionate kiss between enemies
or a buzzsaw
singing through the trees
like a glass of
salted oil to a parched man
or to a
non-smoker a strict tobacco ban
like two left
feet in a ballerina’s dance
or a
double-headed coin in a toss of chance
like a question poised
at the end of every how
how perfectly
beautifully futile is our love?
ram cobain
