A quick post because I’ve been amazingly busy. But I do hope you enjoy the poem.
Punk
written by yours truly
Play that punky music
white girl.
Hold your hair up
with Elmer’s glue
and wire;
and if you feel dangerous,
if you feel the music
dig through your skin like silver studs,
you can set it
on fire.
Guitar wails, hot pink and covered in stickers:
NEW YORK DOLLS
ANTI-FLAG
RAMONES.
Raise your middle finger
to point at the man,
then at the gods of rock and roll.