Goodbye rebel, friend of my youth, you touched my beating heart!
In the circle of fire, he came forth now, a motif of youthful rebellion.
We remember together a time of music and knowing attraction.
A smile,
A wink,
The water guns, both soaked to the skin.
A Touring van was warm,
your bootlegged cassette of Metallica on your Ghetto Blaster.
Outside the Whisky A Go Go he circled round me.
Slowly dancing and singing,
“Me and Mrs. Jones we got a thing going on”
I walked around him following round his circle and embarrassed boldly declaring.
Two punk friends a guy who plays the drums a girl who writes for a fanzine.
Who else observed this friendship?
And this continues still from the start.
The good feeling of being desired
innocence and fun.
I will always remember you this way.
– Poems about punk friends by Hudley Flipside
I think he would have gotten a kick out of this…. A Flopside COmic
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