The Edge

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Trifling."

Hey baby I'm hydrochloric for your love
The bases below and the gas clouds above
Those pyrosulfuric motions of love

Hey baby I've got centripetal acceleration
Not your average catenation--
But a highly generated oxidation

Hey baby I've got torque for your love
Such a blinding sublimation assays of
The reactant pyrite glimpses of love

Hey baby I'm reading the electropositive
Nothing a cathode ray tube could give
To a hexacarbonate ion's intuitive.

Hey baby I'm smokin gamma rays
Not the visible here, for uranium's what pays
To the finally malleable amperage haze.

Hey baby I'm eating kinetic energy
I've saved all my dreams for the overdue elegy
For the wave bearers of this spiritual technology.

Hey baby I can ride that integral function
Calcium bridge myoneural junction
Spinning around a rotational unction.

Hey baby I'm waiting for the trisection of angles
Where the silicon chain enmeshes and tangles
And the Philistine phallus lies dormant and dangles.

So baby I'm out here on the edges
A crystalline finish of sapphire hedges
When all ya gotta know is just where the edge is.