Paradise is a Pull on the Trigger

This is a poem that I just blurted out on the computer, thinking of Kurt Cobain and the life he lived, which to me is very interesting because of the conflicts and mystery that is enveloped well in it. I respect Kurt, and his philosophy as well, and I do hope that the mysteries concerning his death, if there are any still, will be resolved at the right time.

Paradise is a Pull on the Trigger

By J. Charles Lacson

[Inspired by the life story of Kurt Cobain, to whom this poem is dedicated to]

Jumping here with a pack of Ritalin,
You took it like it was a vitamin.
You never wanted to be in baseball,
You preferred the pencil after all.

Afraid of quintessential macho men,
You fought back with your guitar and pen.
Uneasy of the jock holding the mike,
Armed with a bat you were ready to strike.

Hello.
You reluctantly spoke for all of us,
We sadly confess that we were the ones
Who pushed you on that stage with our guns,
Here we are now, Entertain Us.

The library was your sanctuary,
Though school and your born reality
Weren`t quite in the same plane of existence;
Nevermind, let Percodan kill the pretense.

You stood up for your homo friend,
Till the very end, till the very end,
You have always been and always will be
Ain’t got no how whatchamacallit.

You sprayed God is gay but married a heroine,
But even she couldn`t save you from heroin.
So you made a bean and a family,
And later left a letter of apology.

Now no one knows where your beautiful mind is,
Except for the few who keep you in their hearts,
And all the stories could be a hit or a miss,
But I`m pretty sure the shotgun did it.

Paradise is a pull on the trigger,
But when can people see
The heaven you moved on to?

* Italicized phrases in the poem were actually spoken/written by Kurt Cobain himself.

Image Credit: from the Cover of Godspeed Kurt Cobain Graphic, from http://www.guitariste.com/