Pornographers' poetic madness
 

My own ending for Nirvana's "Where Did You Sleep Last Night?"

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My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows

Last night, last night
when I smoked my pipe
the wind of the heavens knew

If I blew, if I blew
the buzzards might strike
from her blood, poured fountains tight.


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Inside the time I was sitting here
cascading sounds brought me a purity
harmonious resonation --
separation of tones interwoven
like dimensional zippers
the formats of dead genius
are trapped in the vacuum
of plastic baggies -- permeating
with aromas of green
a radiohead scream of some distorted instrument
unidentified -- my desk hums
like a shadow lost in the wake of a peripheral glitch
everything in its right place
incorporation is essential
bass, dissonance
typhoon of vanity
troubles with colors in my head
rhymes are like spectrums of rubber bands
preventing my escape
i notice the rhyme
breaks free
as if another wrote it
for me...

past igloos.
white nice tight blocks
of ice
push me on flat shoes
slide me past igloos.