EPIC

Alive! She cried Waiting for me on the out-SIDE Words uttered and used in jest they were the best the best of times. Do you ever think of me and those times we had all those nights we spent now those mysteries and legends we created under blankets are spared life will never come to be. The ushered representation of a field with a house the kids shouts and hoots of laughter the disused tractor and the pond with frogs jumping about the place. All of our dreams were more than nice. Could you not let it go hold it less dear less closer to your chest.  
Vintage t-shirts and Hawaiian t shirts represent something but I forget what, black fogs and furnaces were important at some point paint brushes swishing on a canvas was once impressive all until our dreams were catapulted into nothingness into the gods left arm and through the underground left to shag the eternity blossom of flame. Whose fault was it that we came to this abrupt end lets not use the word fault lets say who was the least diplomatic towards my thought and your feelings the space between our fingers encroaching around each others hair and amongst ribs covered in fleshy capitalism  
Did ever make sense that she had friends out there. Did it make a difference to the president of everywhere that landed the role of chief tank manager. The tanks rolling without ammo the buildings standing without the planning of the cameo. The stars just standing there like a person who wants to be staring at a beautiful woman but instead has the beauty of vacuous expression, isn’t this worth the picture, is this not the big picture we are waiting for. The answer  to life and the troubles that bring about lack of food, health the misery of love and money.  The lack of sustenance is empowering. Its what makes us who we are. 
The submarine is riding high in the water the periscope picks out something terrifying. Oh Jimi it’s the human race, succumbed to the lord of the flies and the lord of sex and cock and money. You know that life is around the corner and through the mirror out the other side and onto Hollywood boulevard its right there in the streets of the big cheese and atop the hill in the city of love. The cries of pain and anguish the desperate call outs on the wireless for a lover that will never come. They are all way past dreaming and way under the sun talking to leprechauns and investigating fairy tales it will never happen the bottom colour of the rainbow is transparent like a feeling like a life stowed away on earth.