Pottery IV

        Edge of Time

Well I'm peeing on the edge of time,
And my urine freezes into yellow rime,
But defiling the environment is not a crime
When you're peeing on the edge of time.

Well I'm driving down that lonesome road,
And my pants are damp because I dumped a load.
You can tell my mother that I squashed a toad
Driving down that lonesome road.

Puking my guts out, grossing their butts out,
Staggering among the stars,
Far from the Sun is where all the fun is,
Haven't been so happy since I buggered Mars.

Well I'm peeing on the edge of time,
And my urine freezes into yellow rime,
But defiling the environment is not a crime
When you're peeing on the edge of time.


891120 1415  Nancy Lee's, New Haven, CT
This one is for the White Shit Band.



Dropped Rock

Dropped rock fire the red sun down
Golden evening bridge gate crossing the bay.
Chopped blue grey glad steep freehold finding
To save light.


Sundown, Wednesday, Autumn 1965

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