Wild ’93

Wild 1984year, we laughed into you like Wrestlemania and the faces and the hair that framed faces that held big glasses and the colorful shirts. yayscrowd noises Like a WWF ring playset covered in superheroes flying, attacking, prolonged three-point shot makingpreparedness. I’ll come over after the next match and I’ll never stop. We’re forever around. Don’t kick me out of your teenager’s bedroommost secret zone w/ posters. I don’t want to drape myself in your father’s nightshade of sports equipment. I don’t want to hide in your mother’s medicinal tile and plant teenager’s bedroomfortress. Just the one. But I always hated black and white tile and I always felt nauseas in waxen spotlights. I always cages and trappedyou and the way you feel. They saw me leave. And they asked me about school and if I’d lost weight and if I knew even though Hulk Hogan had won the belt again. I decline in every way. I want to be your VCR. I want to be your drop top lo-fi. I want to be your MEM like a man. I want to kiss you like Rowdy Roddy Piper. Or not. Or.

We’re not

not special.

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One Response to Wild ’93

  1. I think somebody pushed a lit match through my ear and set my brain on fire, this is the only possible explination. (Don’t ask lol)

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