Wednesday, June 8, 2016


Nobody moshes—none
of the punks
skank anymore

at the killer
sorts of shows you 
now go to; 

the tallest and 
brawniest ones you can observe,
are all a little 

too busy—rebelliously clawing
and pawing 
at the screens of huge smartphones,

back and forth, through 
several dozen 
fiercely different variations 

on the very same 
ultrasound photo 
in the dark—clumped together

as ever, 
in their confrontational-
ly close ranks, which are now 

instinctively congregated
underneath most hardcore
ceiling fan in the place—its 

proximity to those heady motherfuckers 
up on stage be god-