Cubscouts are screaming,
needing icescreaming
and all the pleasures of June
I’m in a parked car,
Flowers seem friendly
And people in hallways feel walls.
Now it is night time
maybe we’re cruising
avoiding the anti-cruise.
Oh I don’t really know where we are.

If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling & feeling oblivion.

Once in a while now,
the lie in the laughter can burn
through a hole in my ears,
Like a man with glasses
catching a sunbeam and burning
the skin of a kid.
Hyperreal fragments
disturbing the stagnants
of almighty fear.
Well I’ll just go under the water.

If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling & feeling oblivion.

So don’t leave me here on my own.
So don’t leave me here on my own.

If things get real promise to take me somewhere else,
By the time fear takes me over will we still be rolling & feeling oblivion