The Coming Of Punk-Rock

[tyreswingtigers]

the coming of punk rock
a ready-made history
a shot of defiance in the collective memory
salvaged from the wreck
of small-town radio
rattling with love songs
empty of all I'd known
a meek and resigned part
in the casual scenes
of a main street
teeming with dead leaves and desires
and school-skirts swayed
and receded, retired
from thoughts and fixations
failures and shames
pulled my jacket close and pushed play

the coming of punk-rock
through headphone sets
and car tape-decks
swarmed over car seats
where cold flesh sought flesh
her stockings were laddered
and her mouth tasted of cigarettes
she shook her hair of the ashes
from the bridges that blackened
in the wake of hours spent
driving through frosts and rigid streets
beneath her skirt was hot
and hollowness swelled
with the thick chords knotting
about our bodies
twined on car seats
a something shaking through
the fractured tunes and the fevers
we parked in every empty avenue
lot, lookout, bleak alley
street and laneway
and fogs filmed on windscreens
the thin skin of fumblings
where we filled each others lungs
and strangled songs
set our heads rattling
they were turned in bursts of two minutes
with dizzy dreams beyond our station