Self-Portrait as 70s Childhood

I was just a latchkey kid roaming the cul de sac,
King Tut always on my mind. At holiday parties
I ate fondue and pretended it was my hand
controlling the blob in lava lamps. It has not
been proven otherwise. For one conceived
in a waterbed between fights, what can life be
but a conversation pit with a disco ball sun,
or a wood-paneled den with a wet bar
from which I steal sips of all liquors equally?
My favorite car is a van with a bed inside of it.
The floor is quicksand and macrame beards the walls.
Buddha candles light the way. My favorite
books are pocket-sized, from the checkout line.
Horoscopes and diets are all I know.