#eighties
back in time to the stranger-danger eighties
when you could really taste the concrete
and the end of the world really meant it
(or that's what it felt like anyway)
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
Your ubiquity in my memory
has led me to miss
the fact you are now missed
in the day-glo green-yellow
gardens of eighties summers,
scattering mother’s pride,
you were overlooked in the search
for brighter birds
with better song
so I try to cherish the
rattle and chatter
of your extended family
alongside me now
no songs for me
to join your mourning
but your chip-chip banter
tells a cautionary tale
I’ll do my best to listen and learn
even as our own gardens dwindle
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
i had another writing class
above the pharmacy today.
we watched a movie about bank robbers.
and in our discussion our professor said
there is so much evil
in the world
i dont even wish
to understand it.
i dont know if i agree or not
i dont know if thats the right answer.
//
eighties ladies
spray their hair back
wipe the snow
off the mirror.
march on.
glitter and sparkles
can always make
a dead thing look alive.
right?
youth and marriage.
love and wonder.
age like bread
on the windowsill.
there's something
worth loving
in here.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
Woman at diner who knew Fugazi,
I wear all these pins
on my denim jacket
waiting for someone like you
because a t-shirt isn’t
loud enough.
Woman who knew Fugazi,
waitress at diner,
had “seen them twenty times,”
without exaggeration—
with cracking olive skin
and graying curly black
hair to her shoulders,
the light refracting off my pin
my friend bought at a record store
in Philly reflecting her the image
of a slender, voluptuous youth
donned in fake leather
worn Levis and beat Vans
shaking her mop of jet-black curly hair
in a throng of like-minded dressed
individuals in a dingy club
angsty Washingtonians
fleeing the Reagan Youth
mad at Capitalism
mad at Middle Class,
mad at Excess, Abuse, Malaise—
driven by the furious punk rhythms
of sweat-drenched Fugazi.
Woman who knew Fugazi,
friends with Ian MacKaye,
hadn’t seen him in years—
waitress at restaurant
where the scrambled eggs are dry
and the coffee is stale.
Waitress at diner,
Mother now,
wife, adult,
[[punk]]
at heart.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
<robotic singing>
*The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.*
Cannot get any respect in...
...his People they were abandoned,
Heart in chest, it is pounding,
America in fight since founding,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.
*The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.*
You better believe he's coming,
His name, -Rambo/he's cunning,
The Enemy's weak are running,
Rescue the Colonel, -don't doubt him,
Commie's cannot have the Troutman!
*The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman,*
Rambo, John J.
Cannot be stopped they say,
Patriot's heart in play,
Russians are going to pay.
Cold War became Hot today,
They don't know what to do about him?
They ****** up when they seized the Troutman!
The Russians have Colonel Troutman,
Don't know what to do about him,
And the Russians have Colonel Troutman.
Rambo is all about 'em,
Coming now, -never doubt him,
John J. the guerilla, -a mountain,
and the Russians had Colonel Troutman.
*The Russians had Colonel Troutman,
Didn't know what to do about him,
And the Russians lost Colonel Troutman.*
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC
(Haiku x 7)
Ears are blocked...deafened
Conversations are ignored
Disconnected.....though
Weary mind needs rest,
Wary, half-closed eyes make sure
World...still exists...while
Aerosmith rocks me!
AHA takes me on...Go West?
Yes! Hall & Oates, too!
OMD's Secret
ABC sings Ocean Blue
All my dreams came true!
Eurythmics sings dreams
I love how the Bee Gees ask,
"How deep is your love?"
Chaka Khan pledges:
"For a chance at loving you...
Even through the fire...."
MP3 takes me...
To dip...to wade...an escape
~~~ imperturbable ~~~
Sally
Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC