Summer Drive

drive in the summer night the sensation of time flies away from fingertips music on the radio we connect to exterior scene the cornfields billow in bluish tips in segments elongated through the rows the regiments of stalks reach out to the horizon

the backseat was plastic or like plastic when we were kids there was hard round piping that differentiated the parts of the seats from each other and kept us apart too kept us from ripping each other’s hair out or from tearing off the shirt of another girl

I can’t travel anymore I am rooted into the ground I have lost my privileges to voyage beyond the confines of the present and what is happened to the day since it has lost its light as days blend into nights and become one thing that is only separating them is the clock and how it plays out hours

to remember in cars don’t fear the reaper or the twilight zone when you turn to stone and why oh why can’t we be friends in this chocolate city oh Bernadette its a hot time summer in the city with the incense & peppermints all of smells of my best friend’s girl but no one knows the cracklin rose or the king of the road and hey good lookin, Cindy tells me that under the milky way tonite

& im still waitin for my ruca i barely pulled up w/ my heina or whats tonite will be behind her and there are lights of stars ive been runnin down a dream you know a change will do you good will do you good before you know the gold dust woman and theres Christian zombie vampires I am the father the father of nothing oh what you do to me what you do to me the words escape melt on the dashboard a conglomeration between action and experience between inside our minds without speaking everyone knows the radio wants to play your song because of course humans want a continuous soundtrack a tremolo experience of within and without a reverberation of time connect between dark and light and sever the witness of time