"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Bleeding Punk.

Smoky room
sweat drenched skin
feet pounding
a beer soaked floor.
Panting bodies push together
the pit swells--
we bleed Punk Rock.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."