remembering the slits

twenty-five years
the slits 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 guacamole
decorate their empire

image: poem


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