A gritty coming of age novel set within 'the' British youth culture of the 80's.
'Phil' struggles to deal with an increasingly violent and complicated world.
He finds comfort in self penned 'Punk Poetry'.
Can I still say that now you're gone?
How's the weather blowing?
My parade is soaked and shivering,
The band are stomping struggling but there's no fu***r listening,
Beating out of time my heart can't take rejection,
Dear John sliced me open now I have no direction,
I had some aspirations high hopes for life now taken,
If I begged you'd pity and I'd take that in the short term,
If I roared you'd listen but eventually you'd deafen,
How to play the game?
My friend said I should soften,
But growing up here's hard the bottom rung is razor sharp,
If I dropped my guard for love then I'd get torn apart,
So glide your marble staircase,
I'll climb the splintered wooden steps.