There are so many books about his music. How he changed the way we hear these sounds over airways
How you still hear the grunge tangled strings decades after the reverb died.
There are so many books about his relationships.
The tabloid traumas of accusations and that rock star life
How we still argue about how death lied.
There are so many books about his wife.
How love failed and murder wasted
The endless circles of conspiracy to breed the aneurisms.
So I wrote this book about his eyes, instead.