The T shirts, surrounded by age, my time in the pit,

the sweat of the Mosh dance, the testosterone mixed

with the one kiss of absolute passion

and her lingering

musk that smiles through the dead

and refused to become dust,

is still tangible in the air

as I think of the gigs

the trophies purchased,

the design catching my eye and the lack of money

for rent, earned the following week

and to become a crest of honour

to say I was there, before I found the right