Punk Show

Punk Show



“One, Two, Fuck You!”



the music starts.

energy is released.

I smile.



I look over at my daughter,

her eyes are large

behind her dyed Black bangs

as her mind processes

what her eyes have

seen.



we move to the front,

where the sound is deafening,

and the transition is made

from spectator

to participant.



“This kicks ass!” my daughter shouts.



we both smile.



sweat is flung from

thrashing bodies as

lyrics are screamed

through a strained PA



this is honesty

slapping the face

of a greed driven world

we all grew so tired of

long ago.



the first band finishes

their set

and another band

sets up in

their place.



and my daughter and I

stand together

looking at all the beautiful creatures

the rest of society

has rejected.



“These are my people,”

I tell her,

“I feel comfortable here.”



“I do too,” she confesses.



“One, Two, Fuck You!”



this will continue

all night

long.



we look at each other

and smile.