I have tried to forget…

I have tried
but I can’t
I’m sorry
I just can’t
get over the eighties
the Human League
haunts me.
I told myself not to play
but I made the mistake
and the past, yesterday’s intrigue flooded
“I hear colors black and red,
I’ll never read those books again”
yes that’s playing
I have not stolen it
I cannot handle
the missing pieces
of the eighties.
“don’t turn out the lights…
or I’ll go over the edge.”
the synth pumps
“I hear darkness…”

the organ, the synth, synth synth
that reminds me of Baffoni, and rowing, and
school
and,
“the things that dreams are made of”
the timing of this song in my youth
is stuck
forever
that tape, I played it again and again
and now it will never leave me
“ New York, ice cream…
TV, travel, good times”
Norman, Western Johnny, Johnny good times…”
TV games
Nintendo
eighties
I cannot listen anymore
It slays me
It was too good,
….!

24 May 2007