PUNK POETRY: Poser by Conor Whalen

Poser

I take the order

of a punk with a jacket

littered with patches and pins 

that are not timid

in the way I so often am. 

The only good fascist

is a dead fascist adorns his breast

and when I compliment it

his face lights up,

the word brother rolling

off his tongue as he

reaches out a fist to consummate 

the connection. 

When the next person in line

takes too much time to fish

their platinum card out of

their Dolce and Gabbana wallet,

I grit my teeth into a smile

and dream of anarchy.

--Conor Whalen