[i scream like courtney love]

i scream like courtney love
yeah, that's me over there
sitting on the lopsided barstool
whistling tunes about toothpaste
cleaning my fingernails with my teeth
i can carry a tune
never could sing though. can't
play guitar, guess i'm more
courtney that i thought
issac plays drums, eric's on bass,
occasionally. mostly we just sit
in the basement chirpin
melodies and glorifying rock
stars dipped in heroin and
sifted with weed
issac leans over and tells me
i smell like dirt and fish.
i thank him and keep on
with the toothpaste song
our first big hit
lucian swims in circles around
his biosphere, in the morning
the sunlight casts northern lights
on the wall from the marbles
he naps on. sometimes i think
he notices, but maybe he's just
looking for a handout. most are
anyway. sometimes i think i shouldn't
have named him at all
my symbol for universiality
like poitier for the tribe
the jackal waits in that
dark corner of the basement
beside my box of stickers. i sing
at my dirty fingernails, maybe
kurt would have liked me so much.