That 80’s Night

Have you been there?

It was a dark night
at the end of the 80s

When we partied like fools,
in a demon filled rage.

Young and dumb and alive forever;
flying down back roads like banshees high.

To a place for a burning pyre.

Around the orange flames
we danced.

Where fights occurred
and rumors spread like STDs.

Do you know what I mean?

Metallica, with Guns and Roses
twisted our minds and banged our heads.

A starry night when my daughter
was conceived, on a pile of leaves.

Someone is puking behind a tree.
Just another party night for me.

But years go by and pains will come,
to destroy the life of old.

To awaken to a new way to be.
Where I’m dead, to the old me.

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Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the…