Joseph Narusiewicz

Veteran Poet - 1,839 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Kurt - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Death carried his guitar like a shadow
They danced to the rotting bones
To the ringing awful bells
The stage was bright and black
Skelton angel flys for morning
Garden house and shot gun
Heroin and a suicide note
Now the world feels like ice
I guess some people have a hard time
Seattle rain cries like blue roses
Hey Kurt we really miss you


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 9, 2013


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