once again- forgive any inaccuracies. I actually like this poem. it's not great- but I like it. don't know why.

did you hear me when i said this whole decade was a hangover?

from short martini dances, short martini dress, short martini nightmares-

where did the dreams of our adolescence go, anyhow?

did we believe in something

just because

it was the trend to believe, in something, in anything?

but i lost my virginity to a soldier man who gave it back to a vietcong queen

and oh but i don't know anymore

i've lost my hourglass

that drained away

the fleeting minutes of my painted free-as-a-bird youth

that i killed time and time again

with each taking of a pill

with each smoke

with each silvery smoke

went up in flames

(goodbye, dreams)

i did think dick could do wrong and he did do wrong

in the hotel where the flashlights were off but i watched with my eyes glazed

behind a surreal late night dream show

where the lights went off like something pink floyd would do

and when the beatles broke up, was that when your 1960s life ended, too?

or was it when ozzy and harriet disintegrated

somewhere over the midwest

like the roswell crash or something of that sort

but please, i like to dance my nights away!

then i realize i let my demons out of the closet too long

the skeletons are getting tipsy

so with my spiky fists i break them into place

i smack the vinyl over and over again

it cracks all over the place

let's kill 'em all

burn down their dance hall

until each last dancer has faded away into the white noise of my mind

deep throat me

you don't even know me

but i learned in the yesternews

and it was the end of the era

from my rehab chair

snarl with foam dripping my lips, empty cuts on my chest

(((overdose with me, you know you love me)))

if you can't get the best

go with me

i'll be everything you need in the summer of sam

(just don't let go of me)

then i watched at the moviehouse

as my life flashed before my eyes

from paul newman's lips and jane fonda's teeth

before i could wait for the fade-out it was all out of reach

like sid and nancy- oh so precious

one day god wanted to see if he could fly

in 1972 but he fell and he did die

sleep it off

we can drain in excess when new year's comes around and we scavenge the eighties for her goods

hang ourselves with our neckties when the stock market crashes along with the rest of our dreams.