Punk Life Poem by Clive Turnbull

Feel for life
And be perplexed.
Make a start
With a pulse spring step that is uncertain
A gait noticeably strange.

Look back with longing
For years and years.
Scream
And be rubuked by screams
For years and years.

The pain is hackneyed.
It stars betrayal
Locked rooms
Mum
Fucked by strangers.

Make a plan:
Become Zeus baby, Zebedee
Make a noise that is terrific
That rocks great hospitals
Drowns out civil wars.
Be livid
ravenous for blame.

Become magical:
Want money - on demand
Want sex - on demand.

Wish deafness
Against yourself
Against birds
Thunder
The cloven outriders
Of the anti-Christ.

Wish for anarchy
Without consequence.