Punks Not Dead!

                            Yours is a light that can never be put out.

        Fuck U
               Fuck yoU!                                     

uh    no thx!!!     Chris was here
                                                                BOO !            

Erratic connection;
A leaking cistern.

Echo-lined corridors;
A steady diet of high cheekbones 
and crushed velvet.

Jaded, yet elated
that I will soon be no more.

The vial drops to the floor.

A bitter taste
to cure a ceaseless ache.

The veil drops from your face.

Your words in my ear,
“Fortune shines on those who give a damn.”