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Image of bass guitar seen by punk angel

Ruler of the Ragged

Conversed feet and muscle tees/the rulers’ anti-uniform uniforms/you as one of four local/rockets of the night/CLACK!CLACK!CLACK!CLACK!/the call to jettison those creaking joints

Most tempered on the line/before launch and well after fan flared/from everyboy to everyman/I was touched in that you/seemed to have no idea

Honored in my duty if/only to clear the avenues/Rewards of thunder/we, all youth and ragged/responded to the revolt/deft in those chords/acceleration from the front line/hundreds of feet in converse

From your Ring of Fire recruited/for Pistols and Pins – are you/still laughing at that now?/Then blown from these/dry docks stateside/over to adoration of/Tokyo’s own ragged/rebel young mania/We all claimed vindication/rightful or not

Out of my own arrogance/I command you now to/stop apologies to comrades/you left behind./Active duty is over, boy/Most humble, Believe/this as honor without end.

[In memory of Steve Kaika. b. 02.11.55 d.06.12.12]

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