Dear CBGB,
You know the heart of Captain Chaos.
I come to you when I am feeling downtrodden.
This city needs a hero, but it doesn’t need me.
I’m just the hero this city deserves.
I drink your cheap beer.
I smoke clove cigarettes.
I sit with my cohorts sometimes for hours wondering
our place in the universe
but never our place as friends.
Tori the Blackberry Fairy and I,
scrawling non-sense in black ink
on your shitty city walls
oh
CBGB.
Your bathroom is atrocious.
Did you even know that you have two toilets
facing
EACH OTHER
no wall between
what?
I catch myself checking to see
if other girls shave or trim their pubes
oh dear
CBGB
I fall in love with you and all your rapscallion clientele
every
single
night
and every night my heart and faith is restored
but broken again in the morning
sometimes I fall asleep in my car at night CBGB
when there is no one to come home to
and my broken heart calls out to the universe
sometimes there’s no answer,
but I’ll stay inside your walls till close
The Punkbassador once said to the Captain:
“You’re life is so punk”
and in that moment it felt like it truly was…
and if my life is punk enough for you CBGB
than that’s plenty punk for me.
oh CBGB
Not the one in New York…
but the weird goofy one
on Grand
in St. Louis
THE TEMPORARY HOME TO CAPTAIN CHAOS
KAPITAN DES CHAOS
I’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK
PROBABLY
Sometimes I find myself
speaking in tongues
to the guys at the bar
just trying to find someone who’ll listen
to a yammering Chaotic Captain
who sails her boat every night
into the abyss
beauty, sublime, love and chaos.
what I have found isn’t always pretty
but it’s pretty damn human CBGB.
