Poem: The 1970s

Under the hope of green the mix of hearts and life there is a notion for me of cardboard suits and yellowish ugly ties more real and palatable than my own life now. I wasn't even alive but I feel such a part of that time and those feelings. I cannot imagine someone thinking the same of the time I am in now which feels like a Pollock painting but impossibly large and sick. I guess those times are saturated with the safety of having already happened.