Punk was...



Apocalyptic glamour
it was anything you wanted it to be
nuclear 50's with PVC & chrome
leather if you could get it
but Bin bags would do
young Presley sired by Marx
born in North London
cloned by Doctor Frankenstein
and released in packs nationwide
night of the living dead
where the living terrorize the zombies
fuck this and fuck that
No. 6 fags and warm lager
underdressed in winter
overdressed in summer
nicking collars from dogs
purloined op shop trousers
hidden under op shop jackets
sweaty smoke filled venues
shagging in the toilets
sneaking in the back door
getting on the guest list
starting a band & then learning to play
knowing everyone at a gig
the realm of the under 20's
reggae reggae reggae reggae
decadence V's Nilhism
dead by 1978

like all things of pure passion, originality and beauty - ephemeral...