IF YOU BURY A FAT GUY
IN ESPECIALLY ALKALINE DIRT
HE TURNS TO SOAP


SOAP!

T,O,U,C,H,I,N,G
PAUL SHARITS 1969

PAUL SHARITS

RIDE THE DRAGON TOWARD THE CRIMSON EYE
FLAP THE WINGS UNDER MARS RED SKY
THE REPTILE PUSHES ITSELF OUT INTO SPACE
LEAVING BEHIND THE HUMAN RACE

SWIM INSIDE THE SOLAR SEAS
THE NEBULA CRIES OUT TO ME
PASSING WHERE I'VE NEVER GONE BEFORE
I FLY THROUGH THE CRIMSON DOOR

RIDE THE DRAGON TOWARD THE CRIMSON EYE
FLAP THE WINGS UNDER MARS RED SKY

IGNORE DISCRETE MOLECULES, ENTHALPY, AND ENTROPY RESPECTIVELY

THERE NEVER REALLY IS A GOOD TIME
THERE'S ALWAYS NOTHING MUCH TO SAY
PRETTY GOOD, NOT DOING THAT FINE
GETTING UP MOST EVERY DAY