Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

So there he stood stoic alone - as life and lives rocket by with new post war hope and virility and morphine raced in his veins - old bull standing guard in times square - lights blaring new muscle in the victory of war his suit worn as though slept in a hat of the day perched centred and squarely upon his head eyes to the sidewalk a cigarette in the corner of his narrow mouth waiting as he does for other writers and criminals in joining him in the observation of the world as America was seeing it with washing machines new cars and shirts whiter than white but old bull saw through the illusion knew how things really were beat and solemn the drudgery of anonymous subdivisions paved roads in every direction all going nowhere which served his like well gave them the tool to travel America at blinding speeds turning the landscape into a blur and then came the words to wake up America in its' victory sleep open your eyes America you've dropped your bomb and now you've won or have you do you still hold above all else freedom and a vision of liberty for all bring us your poor after we have bombed your homes and given you democracy America do you still hold God above all do you still keep close to your heart a greater ideal held high above the anonymity of the new America Old Bull does and he gives it words eating his naked lunch and shooting his way to Tangiers.....

could almost hop a fast speed life and join him