We’re not going to worry about tomorrow;
it’s not in our code. There’s a night of passion
ahead of us, and we’ll don our denims with
our Descendents patches and drink into the
Beyond the barricade are leather jackets and Pabst,
incandescent lights with the dark maple walls create the formidable atmosphere
ominous to the ignorant; uplifting for you and me.
The floor, sticky and spilt sewage from the stomach
of that guy who jumped the gun and got shot, only my beer and
your Red Bull and vodka will throw away the time
during the bands we don’t care about.
Guitars and bass plugged in, amps set, drums miked,
you know it’s show time when the wall of death collides
like both sides of the Peloponnesian War.
The message is clear; we’ve been reminded to stop the hate,
the war, the corruption, and befriend each other, even the ones who dived off
the stage and crash landed, the ones who made our noses
bleed, and the security.
Another night to add to the collection, though vinyl and stubs
aren’t what’s important; it’s who we are, where we come from,
and why we’re pissed off to be doing it at all.
by Alex Wolfe