The 80s Man

I. Harmon answered the girl

as he checked his

earring loop.

"Yeah, I was there."

His fidgety hands twisted his pastel string bracelet.

his "friendship band"

She asked, demurely, again

Why he did what he did.

" 'Cause."

II. How he loved to this story tell:

He befriended this planet's

tenants, in a concert rock loud

in the middle of old

Max Yasgur's dairy farm.

His mom had eaten a pill

or two

for lunch, and then fed him from her.

He cried his first moments

in that temporary city of bodies,

somebodies with no names

or relatives.

Faces and minds looking for a cause -

illusory peace?

Hunting down a whitish blind Dove

that consumed too much -

too high a price for its upkeep-

They, those swaying people, wanted

to live

and grow, and

Worshipped this Dove.

Distorted faces and minds, though,

My mother must've shared.

She'd have been 34 this year.

III. She asked, stupidly, again.

No words he.

Mom's angel boy twisted hard the band

and burned the spoon.

In the needle, out the needle.

"Look how far

I've come.

Look how far

you've come.

And still you

ask.

Silly Bitch.

You can't see what I see.

Your eyes peeled shut can't open

Sameness never changes.

Mistakes?? Never

Change.

Mom tried.

Dad tried.

They tried.

I tried.

We all died.