You know that I'm a desperate man,
and wholly inadequate for the glorious past.
Its shiny obscured days sped by
like an incurable joy ride veering towards '85.
But every potential happiness
shot down by hopeless embarrassment.
Started while residing on Greenwood Pl. Syracuse, NY; 1989 or 1990, aged 22 or 23 .
The title references a Scritti Politti album and a song off of it.
Writings By Erick Heins 