SEVENTIES SOLILOQUY


Long-hooded Cadillacs cruise through Bronx
streets. Their crumple zones crush VW
Bugs. Premeditated auto murder? Kids play
basketball with netless hoops. Stationery
stores sell action figures. Incredible Hulk’s
days are numbered. Pull Stretch Armstrong’s
limbs to the limit. Set off firecrackers, cherry
bombs and snakes. Remember P.S. 81 cafeteria
sporks and tater tots? Schoolyard Double Dutch
and freeze tag during recess? Good Humor
man sneaks a butt while children encircle mini
pugilists and yell FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
(Yo mamma’s got a pegleg with a kickstand.
Yo mamma’s got an afro with a chinstrap.)
View sci-fi blockbuster Star Wars in ’77.
Roger Corman’s drive-in movie empire declines
out in L.A., beyond dusty plains and ox skull
prairies. As seen on TV, cowboys still stick it
to Indians. Saturday morning cartoons look
great paired with Lucky Charms sugar shakes.
Hong Kong Phooey, stuck inside the file cabinet
again. “Mean” Joe Greene throws a jersey
for a Coke. Find Playboy in bushes. Bionic Man
and Woman sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g.
Moustache wearing father with corduroy pants
and Southern Comfort breath is back
from Dragon Lady Saigon. Feed local racoons
Froot Loops, as they line up like monks for alms.
Krazy Kat brings entrail offerings. Listen
to WNYU under the covers. Disco Sucks! Tune
out static as childhood fades away.