PUNKS

our open-windowed peace signs make us punks

or the flower-printed pedals

the rejection of racing around that we grant to keeping just somewhere

around the speed limit

asking the sun for our times

come to the sea with us

the way we fumble around

where we look

will show you just how punk we are

close your eyes for the

cool air in the parking lot

lean in for this

nebular, dark-punk romance

the way we smirk

and sip diet coke

it will move you

how gracefully we jump off of medium-sized tables

for all the chaos in us sitting silently

unconcerned with finding an opposite

lose the shoes you won’t be needing them

the way we talk about our hands

and wear black and spin on our heels

it will be enough for you

how we tilt our heads

mistake filing cabinets for kick drums

swoon over dragons

and move chairs around

let me call you over

the punks are saving the world