untitled by Philip Radiotes

this is a poem about the time
we saw a terrible band
that we thought was great
"saves the day"
they played in an "underground" club

back before we knew underground
means shitty most of the time
we really thought they were great
maybe they are
or maybe it was because
we were all there
randy's mom let him borrow the car
and it was before tim and randy's brother
stopped talking to each other
and we were practicing in my garage
with the old line up
when randy's brother played drums
and tim's hair was green
i paid someone about 16 dollars to get us a pack of marlboro reds
that night

we thought "saves the day" was awesome
as we and the posers went cussing through the streets
back to the car
with a bunch of posters in our hands