Soft.
Caressing.
Messing with my grunge.
Hard edged music has no place
surfaced in flannel.
But I love
the warmth;
the comfort,
but something’s not right!
I stay up half the night
writing songs. Is it wrong to fill
“Love songs” with bitter angst, while
plaid and staid flannel is against my skin?
How can I win?
Find nirvana?
Do I wanna?
Can Cobain be channeled
sans the flannel? I can’t tell
but it sure as hell smells like it!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
Ha ha. I love this. I love the song and I love your mixed feelings about flannel. What a great write! The line “messing with my grunge” sold me right up!
You are speaking to my generation. I still wear flannel regularly, and I still love Nirvana and G&R. I wonder if there’s a poet who writes all ’90s, all the time. 🙂
Oh I do remember that song… it was such an interesting contrast between the soft fabric and the hard songs
And there was I thinking flannel = facecloth, washcloth, like in England…
also remembering the phrase “flannel-foot” when one tried to flatter, fawn, a superior ….aren’t words flannelicious?
Flannel is soft and comfortable.Like the contrast to the hard edged music.
This is absolutely outstanding, Walter! 💘 I especially resonate with; “Is it wrong to fill “Love songs” with bitter angst, while plaid and staid flannel is against my skin?”
Love the contrasts you created here.
…teen spirit — 👊🏼 This was a well written, fun read Walt. It moved 100 mph while hitting hard with imagery. Excellent dude… ✌🏼