“Ode to the Seattle Sound” by Ryan Boykin

I smell it all the way from here to there
It smells like teen spirit everywhere
Like sweat dripping from an angel's pore
A smell too strong and sweet to ignore
Hands rough as cats' tongues long to feel
Reaching for something real
Fresh, like the smell of a newborn
Like a new pair of shoes that have never been worn
Red ants march to the sound of a revolution
A new idea, a new noise pollution
Loud as love, its screams primal and raw
The most beautiful thing I ever saw
Its poetry spews everywhere
Off the walls, and into my hair
Its blood bubbling and boiling
In a town where food is spoiling
Everything is falling apart
HELP! someone pry this nail from my heart
Kurt Cobain, you were a king
On your head was a crown of thorns
Silenced forever, now no one can hear you sing
We watched in horror as Rome burned to the ground
Now all that's left are ashes of the Seattle Sound
Listen! can you hear it?
What's that sound? teen spirit
A stain on all the clothes you wear
Still lingering in the air