“and god said: no gods” by Grey Burnett

before punk was Punk, before even she was “street urchins” or “worthless” she was “rotten wood used as tinder”   before god took her safety pins and pierced the world she was already promised to the flame   (i too am kindling)   they say rock and roll’s post-war anxiety headache got so bad he took his ax and jack-nicholsoned Punk onto 1974’s pavement fully disformed she decrees: “NO DECREES” and chugs a molotov she is beautiful like a burning cop car   (“faggot” is also made to burn from the tinder of witchfires i rise flamboyant)   this god … Continue reading “and god said: no gods” by Grey Burnett