4 punks in leather chains and spikes circa 1981

ameliorates the long division of my heart

tho i couldn't help but ask, if punk is dead. . .?

as i watched this crew fade-out with the scene on j street

the irony wasn't lost on me but then i did just begin

to read the second edition of american hardcore by steven blush

but when the days turn to dogs and the temp. rises to 105

i'd rather have the movie version play a double-bill

with endless summer at the drive-in of my soul