EASTER EGGS

Recent sleepless nights have resulted in going through piles of accumulated writings from the last 50 years.

Found this poem, written in 2020, when we thought we might see the back of the miscreant once and for all.

TO AN IMPOSSIBLE MONSTER (2020)

your edicts are empty

your ranting insane

you fritter and stumble

an impossible stain

you never will get it

failure's complete

may this invisible virus

bring your defeat

if only those loyal

could notice your claws

instead of mad raging

they might see your flaws

as death stalks our cities

spreads near and goes far

you shirk, strut and bleat

your brain stem ajar

the threat is worldwide

population disruption

starvation and fear

spread despair and corruption

a perspective is needed

but what do we get?

a blustering blowhard

on a warped ego trip

will the reason of many

find a leader who listens

or will all of the crazies 

retain their positions? 

it's sad, it infuriates

leaves truth far behind

will I ever reclaim

what's left of my mind?

As I began to glean from my Stealth Songbook I realized several pieces appeared to address our current times.

Two from Undercurrent Events in 1992 at the former PS122, NYC.

BIG DEAL (1992)

Let’s make a big deal

Let’s start a fight now

Let’s uncover another big mess

Let’s scream and rage now

Let’s throw a haze out

Let’s dig up the dirtiest

of anybody’s business

Let’s create some chaos

Let’s attack the weak

Let’s bash and stab

the one’s who fail to be discreet

Let’s snub our peers

Let’s club the queers

Let’s make a fuss

and bring our loved ones to tears

Let’s divert the issues

Let’s push ourselves up front

Let’s bring down all the high ideals

and do just what we want.

OH SO YA WANNA (1992)

Oh, so ya wanna be right

Oh, so ya wanna be rich

Oh, so ya wanna be found to be nice

    instead of a bastard or bitch

Oh, so ya wanna control

Oh, so ya wanna decide

What's good for the other guy

    while all you do is to hide

          the fingers of claws

          the mouths of fangs

          the hairy and speckled raw faces of pain

Monsters are eating our guts out and leaving the shell of a carcass behind

So I laugh, mister/sister, I roar and I choke and I drool

My belly and breasts just jiggle with shivering

shake like a fool

I can't help remembering fear of the dark closet door

And the deaf woman's womb which greeted my cries with a snore

I snort and I sniff and I roll in the sawdust of trees

As a fabulous wreck of a shell on the shelf of disease

But don't let your grinning go further than razors can slice

Or I'll bludgeon your belly and hammer your forehead

Now won't that be nice.

Or I'll bludgeon your belly and hammer your forehead

Now won't that be nice.

Or I'll bludgeon your belly and hammer your forehead

Now won't that be nice.

Now won't that be nice.

Now won't that be nice.

Now won't that be nice.

Now won't  ... that ...  be nice!

And from Cracked Cabaret (1980) at The Mudd Club NYC

METAPHYSICAL JUNGLE (1980)

Meta, metaphysical jungle, jungle, jungle

Beta, alpha delta and gamble, rumble, rumble

Zig-zag, tornadoes blow through a lip lag

Crumble, crumble, crumble

Pretzel people on a stick

Salty, doughy warm and thick

Twist 'em up, twist and twist

Resist, desist, insist a fist inside a face

A game a game, a race a race...

Psychic, phenomenological tangle, tangle, tangle

Slice, kick, through an illogical grumble, tumble, tumble

Wig-wag, waterfalls in a brain bag

Mumble, mumble, mumble

Pizza people in a box

Gooey cheese and stinky sox

Squish and chew, chew and squish

Resist, desist, insist a fist inside a face

A game a game, a race a race...

Jungle, rumble, crumble

Tangle, tumble, mumble

Jungle, rumble, crumble

Tangle, tumble, mumble

Zzzzig-zag, bbbbrain bag, wwwwig-wag, llllip-lag

Gamble with a fist, with a face, with a fist, with a face,

with a fist, with a face, with a fist, with a face

...inside a game, inside a race.

So many writings, songs, poems – a legacy only the few remember.

Never very gifted at marketing myself, it feels as though I am now drifting into the ether.

As it seems, are we all …………………….