Born into that decade people love to hate
(at least all the adults in my life told me
that the 80s was the utter worst)
and I gotta say,
I just cannot sit behind
any of those particular points
of view!

Gimme the 80s! Gimme that synth
laden sound that to this day
contains my favourite sound in existence,
that wonderful orchestra smackdown;
it tingles me over skin and toes
whenever it crops up!

Gimme those films, concerned with
bombast and excess! Yet, still trying
to be weird and wild and bonkers
with that grainy dark film
and lighting that reminds me I am
watching something from my
favourite time period!

Gimme that cusp, where things
were on a precipice of complete
unknown – not as homogenised as the
now of now, where time seems
to blend into one big decade…

Or perhaps it has not! Perhaps I am
blind to the current events,
I am old and set in my ways,
loving the past, while reticent
of what is to come. Am I shouting
at clouds? Am I deluding myself
with these dives back to a simpler
(for me) time.

I never knew the worry
of the Cold War, for example,
yet it is baked into countless pieces
of media I consumed without question,
and I ate without judgement.

This world is a mess, and we struggle
to slide harmoniously over all our
self defeating obstacles, and I think
the 80s is a representation,
that period of time, where I sadly
cannot remember my memories
of living,
just recall vague vibes
of being,
and the comfort abounds and controls
and every now and then,
I think it is allowed.