Vintage Poems from an Optimistic Teen Punk

In the '80's, I was a punk, a poet, a depressed romantic and an existential optimist. If I could have had a blog, this is what it would have been. I offer it as a conduit to yesterday. It's not all good, and you might not always like me, circa 1980's. But please be forgiving. I was only 12 when the decade began. YOU get to be the voyeur to a radical teen's not-so-radical journey, through love and pain and occasional Duran Duran references. You'll want to stick with it - it's infectious.

Saturday

Deep

And now, would you like to go a little bit deeper?

I didn't even know it was this deep

And now, would you like to go a little bit deeper?

I had no idea that it could be this deep

And now, would you like to go a little bit deeper?

How could I have known that it was this deep?

And now, would you like to go a little bit deeper?

How could I have ever known that it would go this far?

And now, would you like to go a little bit deeper?

O, god, how much further could it go?

And now, would you like to go a little bit deeper?

O, god, please - NO!

And now?. . .

- March 29, 1986, A.D.

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