Free verse № 28330
just another punk song
The night before was a dense dream full
with the taste of gasoline. blood on the concrete,
the morning after, I can't remember, another
disaster. memories spill like a broken vow.
pulls you down from your pedestal to a bow.
in servitude with no strength for defiance,
inanimate objects, another appliance. braille
for fingers. speak with touch. a silent conversation
below the clutch. subversive thoughts are free
to shout. ignite the gasoline than spit it out.
3 comments
atitude about punk. the title is a rip off of a bad brains
song " just another dam song ". it's just a screw work
poem, song I wrote at work. I was bored. I do have
more deep poems more abstract. but this is not one of them.
I hope you liked it for what it is. gabba gabba hey.
I'm a little tired lads.
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