join the club as we become encumbered to those who can

remember days when the roughness of Hardcore punk

buzzed with a thud and not a clean metallic chunk

words sunk into subconscious states regenerate into

what begins to ammend for a splendid diversion into

submersion like X-Ray Specs and Polly Styrene

Mean Joe Green and the Steelers from the late 70's

and assorted revelries for the levelheaded acolytes

who seek respite along the pathways of massive

watermelon-like objects that come in pairs so there's another

allusion to an unusual conundrum like "where I'm from"

from '93