Classic 1985

I am from dirt bikes in my garage

mud smeared on my face,
from ripped jeans and leather boots.

I am from lifting in the gym at school,
to watching the TV show Dallas
when it came on at night.

I am from the crackling sound of a record
playing the bands Pink Floyd and Rush.
Led Zeppelin blaring through my bedroom door.

I am from boating across the lake as the sun begins to set.
From hosting billiards parties,
to hanging out in the woods with my friends by the campfire.

I am from everyone at school crushing on Daisy Duke.
From Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup wrappers
scattered on my bedroom floor.

I am from stretching the phone cord to the basement staircase
and my mom yelling to me from across the house,
“Get off the damn phone!”

I am from reading Popular Mechanics magazine,
from dreaming of being
a multi-millionaire when I grow up.






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