britpop as a vista ...

sad as I feel
my teenage duty laid aside
laid down and out on a level floor
our horizons reduced to lard

worlds recycled
in a toxic bin of sourdough and
aspiration dressed in sardine stripes
hollow memories of life

I considered suicide
as one more escape from reality
or was it a movie I had not seen
its ending tragic-misery

a gothic answer
to when bold knights were born
and faced with watching thriller
they fell on swords

la la la moving over
girls wearing dm boots
boys in smooth, fluffy jumpers
said no to drugs

things happened fast
nothing such as happy accident
9/11 revived the holocaust
which slandered all illusion

teeny boppers in
a teeny world of interlopers
split-screen cgi, imaginary spools
a speak n’spell etch-a-sketch

britpop fantasy vista vesta
take me back to the fifties
grandpa washed in a tin bath
sat in the crapper watching stars

sad as I feel I remember
in this old December how we
once rolled ciggies with yellow fingers
nostalgia in suspenders

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