remembering the das

twenty–five years
das punking girls
rebel man’s desire

ramp firing
music fem

but me i was just another punters’ ears
a rebel man never slashed the air guitar
i was nil in no–ones’ useless army

they created
jammed recorded
punking girls

a moment a slit a table football
i won wow what an achievement
fuck that

freeborn girls
never typical
sound exciters

revolt neutered by “what’s the point”
the irate driven angry priest of shan’t

twenty–five years
fire recall
rage the dawn away

they’ll be mothering

forget wallpaper
i’ll throw the guacomole
decorate their empire