Mythic Tremors

reflections on past,present and future

Pancake coffin

Jazz coffee melodies

Sour street preachers

Hard candy steel pellet rain

 

Half naked schoolgirls

Laugh taunt tease

Imagination not needed

They are modest because they ware hats

 

I remember being very young

Spandex men

Puffy mile hair women

Square bodies

Plastic beats

Synth clouds

Reagan Smiles

Crusty thrash chunks under the false society

New wave bopping in new age gear

Goth kids waiting for the end of collage patch revolution

As the bubble grew the punks laughed waiting for the belch

The pop prince defeated

Greasy hair majesty replaced the old guard

 

It’s all a myth now

One day I’ll be a myth too

 

Author's Note

Let me know what you think

Reviews

[Extant]

Is it suppose to come off as a bit gruesome? With the way the words are laid down I feel like you're telling us a story that's been a bit forgotten by you, and for that you are bitter, knowing someday the myth will be you. People will wonder, "did it exist?" This poem definitely has a life of it's own.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

It's somewhat about being very young in the 1980's. I didn't mean for it to come off as gruesome but that's the great thing about art everyone can read and take from it what they themselves get from it.

[Extant]

That is the great thing about art, but great artists LET their readers find their own way through the rhymes, so thank you for letting me do so.

[Serenity Faith]

From a young person's perspective, I'd say...not a myth, Retro xD Though I know the feeling all to well, of past days, seeming like they never existed to begin with. This piece speaks for itself. I did catch a grammatical error though, I think.
"They are modest because they ware hats." ~ They are modest because they wear hats? All-in-all a good piece ^_^