Keep It Punky Poem by Vincent S. Coster

Keep It Punky



Maybe you could scold me
Tell my that you told me so
Dig my grave with your
Harder words
But I don't care

Sid and Nancy had it made
Heroine chic stupidity
In a hotel bed
Glazed eyes
And soft carpet touch
Like a thorn in the side
Of youthful stupidity
Keep it punky
Keep it fresh
Bleed on me

Monday, September 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: surrealism
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A tribute to harsh relationships with destructive patterns. From the collection The Spirit of Youth.
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