revelations in a hardcore basement

1. the deaths of 2004

memory jogged by a bomber jacket patch:

back when i was in high school
i had a grey-and-black
urban camo
baseball cap
with three
patches
my mom helped me iron on

on the left
the Wu Tang Clan

on the right
Pantera

in front
a white
scratchy
'A'
emblazoned across
a
white
circle

is anybody

missing

a revolutionary

today
?

2. there is nothing
cuter
than a skinhead
who hugs you goodbye
at the end of the show

3. sometimes
you politicized yerself into a danged corner
and you're completely lost:

"Thanks for comin out, I hope you all realize that the world is not limited to your scene, your area. You gotta write a letter to one of these kids in Indonesia whose neighborhood's been wrecked by a tsunami and let him know that, like, 'it's okay, like i'm just a hardcore kid too and, like, i feel you; "

i object
indeed