This article is part of a poetry series dedicated to every Muni route in San Francisco. You can find the poet, Mc "Mack" Allen, on twitter at @that_mc.
Punk Rock Whale Song (76x Marin Headlands)
I’m rewatching that scene in Star Trek IV
where Spock knocks out the aggressively rude
boombox wielding Punk On Bus crossing
the Golden Gate Bridge, and then everyone claps.
I would clap, too, probably.
Having myself taken that bus across the bridge
I wonder where the punk was heading, exactly.
Did he plan to blast slick riffs at the sick seals?
Boombox Punk doesn’t seem the type to walk the beach
contemplating whale spouts, or guessing at the potential
existence of disaffected punk whale rock.
Blow it up your Hole, cetacean menace.
No, the punk was headed to the missile batteries
where streaking rockets from the headlands could only have
signaled the immediate and total annihilation of any
insufficiently underground music venue.
Punk on Bus planned to climb down into the silo catacombs
let that noise filter into every crevice in the mountain
from which Nike could sprint, no herald to victory,
overwhelming missile launchers with the sheer sound of defiance.
Earth is perched on the cliff edge of apocalypse,
not only in the cinema. To understand the warning sirens
we need to listen with a different type of ear.
Extinction threatens, are we the hell listening?