The Courtney Love Doll Poem by Johnny Noir

Yellow country of red skulls in night’s delight—
Cherished and beholden to the one beloved,
Ice flows down from the mountain mist
And settles disbelieving—
Every girl wants a Courtney love doll and every man too,
Wants the shallow blonde sitting beside the lake—
I saw the vision and it relieved me like fresh water,
I saw her heart beating in the dark,
Glowing like a red skull, towering over the insects
To their delight—
The mountains are blue like the strains
Of the strange country’s music—
She is blue too, but for a different reason,
Turning towards the moon in her candle lit confusion—
The rain shower washes away her death with the leaves—
Like music she communicates with the buried skulls,
Her thousand breasts shining like cancerous stars,
She shuts the door on the old cabin,
Safely inside—
Her orgasm charging like a black bull wrapped in a burning quilt,
Every girl needs a Courtney love doll and every man too—
Jane Austin leaves the door open for the sunlight to enter,
He rapes her in her pajamas, cuts her body in half
And tosses her coat into the street where she married in a garden of ice
With her children by her side
And became pregnant with snow and daylight
In the yellow country of red skulls buried in the night
By the laughing gods of her beloved—
What she always needed and wanted
A Courtney love doll to call herself and her own—