dear Courtney Love,
if that is your real name
you wreak of death
like a soft perfume
a natural fragrance that omits from your glands
your shadow is everywhere
in a tunnel
on the moon
etched in stone
you can do no wrong
for you're as natural as the wind
you follow your own footsteps
heal the sick
deliver the poor
you're the devil
the greatest of all consequences
a chain link fence
feces
they print out your name
with such familiarity
like an adopted child
they regret
but they love you
though not the way you would wish
and my how your jealous rage continues
how you never give up
forever lurking
like the watch tower watches over the sea.
