Poetic License: December 2002 Online Poetry Journal

November Song
by Eryn Leigh

Boredom
by R. Denniston

Untitled
by Kayla Ruchman

Jars
by Phoenix

COBAIN'S COCAINE--
something of a metro ride
by bridgette chabot

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COBAIN'S COCAINE--
something of a metro ride
by bridgette chabot

selfish is not suicidal.
livings are what drive you mad.
then they claim you are
mad with
selfish veins crawling through
the blood that makes you boil over.
like sea horses who never mate.
but pregnate themselves with
their own babies. how beautiful.
what a claim to make against a poet.
or a beauty.
just to sit back and say
how selfish you were thinking of ONLY you
when you pulled the trigger.

its easier to get sad than mad,
so pick up a rifle and shoot yourself in the head.
my god, in heaven: you apparently made us
and devotees of thine, divine
crave forgiveness never made
but baked in hot oven minds.
shoot
where they create
fucking fucking fucking sins
lets all mate and have some babies.
then lets infect them all with rabies.