song title / idea

"space echo"

what's that? that's the sound of potsam barreling
through the universe...

the universe is shaped like a keg.
sagittarius is the pump,
potsam is the nozzle,
and the the milky way is the frothy head,
of the vast pint of the galaxy...

for, on manlo day, greg dutifully pumps sagittarius as
god does a galactic keg stand and inhales a quasar.

later on, god is sporting a good buzz and signals
gabriel to call up satan for a kayak case race. ...if
god wins the stock market has an up year, and/or the
american league wins the all-star game.

at this game potsam throws out the first pitch, but
instead of a baseball, it's a globular cluster... greg
is behind the counter at the concession stand, selling
and moon pies and bags dark matter popcorn dribbled
with positron oil and sprinkled with a fine dust of
quarks.

but the stadium itself is potsam's cerebral cleft; the
metal beams are his neurons, linked to supernovas of
gin, splashing into the proto-planetary disk of
seagram's tonic, where quinine comets fizz and burn up
in the atmosphere of the star's sole planet: a
gas-giant wedge of lime...