poetry

1987 by Nick Neon

"In honor of National Poetry Month + my impending birthday, I wrote a tone poem to reflect back.

I have always been painfully nostalgic + painfully introspective.  Always haunted by the past, while dreaming of the future.  I can genuinely say this is the first time in my life where I am finally beginning to live in the present.  Maybe it is something that comes with age.  Or maybe it comes with being happy.  Or with opening your eyes to the wonderful fragments that live all around you.

Either way, the present is a present.

Although every year seems to get better than the last, naturally, it all had to start somewhere: 

1987

Red, rusting 7 trains of Queens, how I still need your lessons. 

VHS + Bill Watterson, each year we peeled back the layers on our innocence. 

Troubled youth + troubled truths. 

All those nights we had nothing but our whiskey, dreams + roofs."

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