the sound of laughter televised into your eyes and out of your ears the show that won’t begin until the music’s dead and everyone’s gone home soda pops and candybars lying on the floor singing for tomorrow
your bubblegum exploding through the ceiling giving you a warm feeling inside forgetting everything you might be feeling while dancing like an astronaut and watching the grass grow
we come as one with helmets on and nevermind what’s up or down a shaky place to stay when you can positively say that you’ve been had spinning on your grammophone and coming in your window velvet lights
and sounds reminding you of christmas evening out of place in the summertime making no mistakes because you’re dreaming of asteroids with giant burning tails of fire