mythology

some
live on the far side of the moon.
unable to
get home.
they've been there
for a long time,
having taken a wrong
around 1969.
see the dead posters
still on the wall.
the pipes,
and matches,
small bags of weed.
they speak highly
of vinyl.
of remember when.
they've taken a ride
on a way trip
to day glow paints,
lava lamps
and Woodstock
Haight ashbury
and jimi
and they ain't coming
down.
peace brother they say
with their long hair pulled
back into
grey thin tails
down their leather vests.
everything is faded
and romanticized.
blue denim and starry eyes.
free love, free love.
it never happened and it
never will.