Inspired by Paul Verlaine’s ‘Evening in October’
Thrashing guitar and the distorted amp. I am happy.
The smell of suicidal freedom,
strikes anarchy in the war zone ale house,
the slurring punk, the skinhead without a care.
Oh! The shit band t-shirt and the self-conscious drummer, frontman
spitting his lyrics with forceful anger,
political correctness questioned,
another band blacklisted by the real fascists.
Boots and braces, Levi jeans and gleaming Doc Mart’s,
boarded up window, shutting off reality,
The glory filled days brought back. That paused moment of hope.
Me, I love this way of life, when the music
hits, I have a place to go, that feeling.
Unite not divide.