To Be a PunkRemove The Glitter from your Face
Replace it with a Smear of Dirt
Remember, it's not about Lace,
It's not about Hurt.
Self-Sufficient Survival In a Spined Shell
Necessary Denizens of a Self-Created, Wondrous Hell
Fire-Rust, Acid-Paint, Bleeding Beauty from the Hole-Punch Piercings
Metal, Flesh, Cloth, Scraped Knees and Brazen hearts.
It is not your Safety Pins, it is not your Skulls
It is not your Leather Glitzpunk Dolls
It's a Way.
It is an Awareness and a Bravery in its own Right.
It's not Glitz.
It's Embedded in Wit
The realization that Our Mortal Coil is a Malleable Thing
Push a needle through the skin, add another Ring.
It is not to be a Creature of Metal,
But to make your Body a mere Shell for a Soul
Painted, Inked, Needled, Clothed
To Reflect the Burning Awareness Within
And in This Way
A Single Person.
It is to Refrain from Becoming a Chalice,
Catching what the Cups of Leaders Overflow
Until skin softens and hair becomes
Snow white, inex