Listen :: Operation Ivy :: Unity
We pay the three-dollar cover
we dig out of our pockets.
He stamps our hands : a purple
steaming coffee cup : immediately
seeps into my pores : morphing together.
Someone hands us each a flyer : cut and paste
drawings and band logos. I’m in
the Giant Babies, we’re playing,
he points to their name, you should come. We nod.
I fold the paper and shove
it into my back pocket.
kids litter the hallway : a labyrinth of
legs : we step through : no one looks
up : preoccupied
making out : smoking : practicing
their disinterested looks.
Metro is dark
clouded with smoke
staticy music floods from the walls
: consumes us.
We stare at backs of hoodies covered
in safety-pinned patches.
On my toes I strain my neck
mohawks and liberty spikes
searching for someone anyone
chatter : room shifts :
Bedford’s set :
drum : bass thump : guitar squeal
morphs into melody : heart
throb : with the
beat : overcome : energy
pulsing : I rush
forward : drag Sharon
: the pit
explodes : against us :
through the circle
forced in the crowd
crash : into each other
rip : the wall of people : collide :
stumble : hands reach out : break our fall