My Punk Rock Princess

Post Street near Margaret Street, Jacksonville FL

Description

I saw you behind the 7-11. I was hanging with my buddy Rex drinking a Colt 45 and discussing the failures of US colonialism. You walked up to us in your pink skirt, dock martins and studded jacket with a Crass patch asking if we had any meth. Our eyes met. I told you "no". You walked away. I saw my whole life in your eyes. My hopes and dreams. My future. You are the future mother of my children. The future bassist in my band. The reason I get arrested in five years for public nudity and intoxication. God, I hope you see this. I hope you respond. We were meant to be. You, my punk rock princess. Me, your punk rock king.