Grunge Poems - Poems about Grunge

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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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 scholars never to be confessed or unraveled...

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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 the summer, no days a bummer, but that's so far away, so...

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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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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 with work boots unsalted; For a new kind of weather. Earth-sister-pixie over...

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