Wednesday, August 07, 2002

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF PIN MONEY PETE

Pin Money Pete’s an institution
Pin Money Pete knows where it’s at
Pin Money Pete signed the constitution
Pin Money Pete can skin the cat

Pin Money Pete will make his journey
choosing paths that men reject
Pin Money Pete is in no hurry
Pin Money Pete is the elect

It is the space within the clay that makes the vessel useful
it is the space within the bow that drives the arrow home
it is the space within your head that makes existence real
it is Pin Money Pete it is the arch it is the dome

Watch the quickly spinning spheroid
crashing down the burnished path
he’s not worried, he’s still smiling
all his money’s in the bank

Pin Money Pete can trace a circle
Pin Money Pete has drawn the line
his body gleams in white and purple
he cannot fall he has no spine

I seek him in the hall, beneath the rug and on the stairs
I snap apart his head and throw the pennies in the air
he grins without reserve because he really doesn’t care
he has brought me milk and honey from within the lion’s lair

You squat beneath the incense like a buddah on a ‘lude
you resonate harmonically in C
you watch us twist and flutter in our overanxious panic
you smile on us you have been set free

Pin Money Pete has kicked the habit
Pin Money Pete has been blown out
if you would drink the purest water
you must drink it from the spout