Here in my cold submarine,
I lie a lonely vaporized melody.
We all live in a lonely submarine,
a lonely submarine,
a lowly submarine.

Screams from the daffodils,
bass-head pops into form.
The porn star does porn,
and she goes to Hollywood.
She’s going to be a star,
getting off daddy’s farm.

Big foot lying in the hot summer sun.
He shaves, they shave,
oh they just want to have fun.
They just want to have fun.

Rolling down a simple melody.
I wish it was so easy.
Thumb a needle,
a thimble has its reason.
Prick the demon,
make his green blood drip.

Drowning to the thick sound
of magnificence.
Malice’s intent, to drive a nail
through the hand that types,
the other one nailed to the ceiling.

Oh what a feeling!
It rocks and rolls.
This season is for dreaming.
Nightmares turn into cold fish
here in my lonely submarine.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly. His third book, Train of Thought 2: Almost Home will be available soon. Support \The Michael Cherry Memorial 5K by clicking here.