Courtney

Posted: March 25, 2015 in poetry
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courtney-love-empire-fox
Baby-doll white frock:
Pretty kiss woman with a badass voice.
Pink Fender Strat slung low,
Sixteen hole doc-martin boots with pink laces,
Smudged blood-red lipstick,
Platinum blonde mess of harridan hair,
Eye bruises of purple mascara,
Silver glitter eye-lids.
Howling against patriarchy like a siren
Smashing capitalism,
Convulsing rock and roll’s collective unconscious.
She shouts into the microphone:
‘You fuckers love me!’
Goddess of a grunge explosion:
In her lips, revolution!
Between her hips, revolution!
In her kiss, revolution!
When she sings, revolution!
Bringing down haters and creepers.
What have they done to her?
Broken her to pieces like an abused doll?
Made her bleed for corporations?
Objectified and commodified her?
Say she killed Kurt.

Hey Courtney!
Can you always hit those big veins,
When you get into the powders?
Is your body a source of pain?
Are you a victim of rape culture?
Holy woman churning with punk rock attitude-
Not sure if I want to fuck you or be your best friend,
Or both.
Just to be close,
Just to be in your scene,
Would be enough.

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Comments
  1. The talent I see again. The ability. And the clarity. And yet the need, for peace.

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  2. You are very perceptive Karen, thanks for reading my poem and sending me yours

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