by Ryan Nardi

I walk by and watch
the punk rock die.
They sold it off
for ten percent on the dime.

There's music in th air,
and the doings of the hair
and the rags on the racks
seem to smack of rebel flack.

But the decades of cedar musk
aren't there no more,
no these aren't old--
they've canned mothballs.

They just look ridiculous.
ask me if I need help;
"Yes, get me off of this planet."


Author's Note: I feel like it might could be longer.

Posted on 07/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Ryan Nardi

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Traci Mabats on 07/08/08 at 10:54 PM

Get me off this planet. Great line.

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