A look back at a part of the 90s –

Neon Communion
by Michael Romani

In a time when even clowns have classes
All the really hot girls wore glasses
Sleeping away half or more of the day
Working hard at nothing in this way
Here and there a tattoo love child
Dances her dreams into the wild
Like an alternative sense of universe
Where even easy going people are a little terse

There in a dream like the Nineties aren't gone
Flannel shirts and garage bands play on
This is a place where weirdness is the new cool
And brownstone bookstores serve as hipster schools
Free range cash is country comfortable grazing
Scooters and skateboards are an afternoon's lazing
Freeing ourselves from an electronic loop
Plunging into an addictive momentary brain food soup

Always living life in terms of catching the next time
Missing the journey out of then yesterday's grime
Turned out that the next time then was really now
And the dude was a lady was a dude in the somehow
Hipped out to the point of being tragically outraged
Where a hooker-pimp transaction was always upstaged
Organically entrapped in a hook locked on freedom
Where no one really had the keys to nonexistent kingdom

It was hard to keep up with all the urban hide and seek
Lurking in the shadows just around the corner; nobody peeks
House beyond ability becoming decrepit until falling apart
But they were never quite as disheveled as our hearts
Hurting to the point of breaking at letting a life go
It was a subtle recognition of being part of the cosmic flow
Looking back on the chaos, I think we're glad it's past
But when we were on the ride, it went by all too fast

(c) July 13, 2017  Michael Romani
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