Punk Hostage

I am
the true
Punk Hostage
I am bound
To Rules that there
Are … No Rules
I am Lawless
In a world I do not
Belong in
I am choppy
Power chords
That scream
Through the night
I am Lucky Lager
From Rock n Roll
Ralphs I am the
Mystery under the
Cap.
I am a banquette
A Feast
I am free fixings
at AMPM
Across the Whiskey
I am broken bottles
Behind El Compadre
I am the mariachi
With a machine gun smile
I am T-Rex
Among the last
Of my kind
I am a ghost
That haunts the
Sunset Strip
I am the boy
Born on the
Wrong side of
The Tracks
Wearing a bicycle chain
Drinking Molotov cocktails
I am
The breath of Bukowski
I Am
The sex Boy of the Germs
I am someone’s
Hidden manuscript
I am
Stale Marlborough Lights                       I am an Empty Zippo Lighter
I am Up and Down
This hallowed Boulevard
Where Dreams remain and
Lives are Lost
Behind Kool steal bars
Of this mental asylum
I am an out cast
Of This world
I am
What’s left
Of The True
Punk Hostage
I am
The shadow
That’s forever
alone

MB93

written in real time
Written Here in messenger
unedited for my friend
Iris ….
Of whom
I think
The world of

Thank you forever
For being
Exactly …. You