there is no more west
Started off in a kitchen. Washing dishes. Bussing tables. Just a breakfast joint, green scrubby taking egg off plates. Moved up to another man’s dream. A country club. Private. Exclusive. Lawnmowers creeping like roombas over the green.
You may have seen the rainbow stomping around. A giant retarded death beam bent in the sun. We have no power over the rainbow. Lucky it ignores us. A perfect killing machine disinterested in its calling.
Yes, the rainbow color-stacked like psychedelic 7 layer dip has a violent mouth just out of our sight so nothing is confirmed.
What kind of rainbow is the double rainbow, going back for seconds as it feasts on the dreams we give up? Is it really an inspiration to see? The translucent light in the sky, is it awesome to know it has your dream to move West in there? And now there is no more West. You gave it up.