Becoming Classic Rock
Becoming Classic Rock
My childhood rusts
exclusively in pawn shops
and yard sales, lodged
between crutches, fishbowls,
most of a soldering
iron, Mormon Tabernacle
Choir on vinyl.
I would buy back third grade
if they had it.
I buy back what I can:
fishing poles, a bike,
a Super Nintendo, but now
when I play
I’m better than I ever was—
which is something I never used
to need to say.
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I love this. Particularly the line “I would buy back third grade if they had it.” Thanks for sharing!
i like this.
I had the exact thoughts as S. L.
Everything we have come to love about your work, sir.
Rockwell, without the sentimentality.
The last line hut me hardest (though buying back third grade echoes throughout).
This is my type of shizz. Loved things with a thin blanket of dust on them, waiting for kind reappraisal. Will the center(fold) hold on those way-back issues of Mad Magazine?