Best Grunge Poems

Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
  
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming thick
black-tar, seeking release from big-haired-
bards &synth-pop-psychiatrist.
seeking freedom from German-hammers
& London-fog,
searching...

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This will be a false Haiku
because I don't have time 
to finish up

Xmas tree obliges

Anyhow 
why not write Neo-Grunge
jazzmataz music song poeme
In a rather quickie style

let's finish here,
 I only have 12 minutes
precisely:

 dirty clean grandpa
souping through the night
Plop! Hiroshima bloat...

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grunge me
in
the
middle
tryn guess
my name
go on an
blow your
love ing
whistle
ain't
nothing
gonna change
hear me in the echoe
strum another key
drain me
from
the
ocean
never drown my plea
grunge me
?...

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Kitana Mansa what words speak me
there shredded or triffled
the shoes of tired men
Mansa Kitana sing that
you are songful
the son of pleasant persons
the headjoint of the flute
the carved dogwood tree
music that causes pleasure
are songs that bothers me
These are you songs
these are the inspirations for
coupling marriage
defined by...

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. for public domain and Kurt Cobain

I'm doing hand stands in the rain.
It's never going to snow again,
until December or late November,
but that's so far away,
so far away,
so far away, 
so far away.

I'm doing cartwheels in the sun,
in t-shirts and shorts. It's so much fun.
Throughout...

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