We were friends, sort-of Rattling in the nuthouse with Cobain. If you had a quid would you phone? Take medicine from me: You made the world better, somehow. How to say, take care love?
Hey, sharp star They found you washed up On the dirty old river shore. It's a closed nutcracker thing See, we're here in pieces. Farewell, brave star.
This poem is from Gail Campbell's book How Things Fall, published in 2006 by Survivors’ Poetry. Gail Campbell was mentored by Debjani Chatterjee.
Chosen by Femi Oyebode.