p o e t r y

generation x
 

spring nights I remember
to a taste of cinnamon gum,
you and me in bomber jackets,
black dyed hair down to the nose,
smoking blue "john player's".
fed up for life
with bonzo's star wars,
fed on lies
about our futures and romance.
we believed in david bowie
in the times before almighty mtv,
simply because
it was something to believe in

spring nights I remember
you were my baby then,
a perfection of fun and thrill,
a taste of sticky
lemon
lipgloss