Emo sisters to a nostalgic Dad,
lost, revisiting Highway 61;
he loves his old groovy shirts,
but loves his eye-rolling daughters more;
Having once lived the hippie dream,
ending up in a suburban schism,
looking for some form of connection
with those unable to express affection;
Excitement must be kept a secret
withheld for a diaries’ pages,
and those milestones maintained
as mundane as a microwave meal;
It wasn’t what was expected;
Isn’t this the good life once sold?
Is there anything new since the 90s?
No comprehension of what went wrong.
Inspired after reading the titular Adrian Tomine piece from Optic Nerve, from which a panel is included above.
1994ever 