Tutankhamen Says Nothing Tu-tank-hamen, I'm coming T' do you for your gold And crack the lids off pyramids And sweep up swag untold. Anticipating curses, I'll play through agency: A thief, a fence. The evidence Will not attach to me. You did to Mother Egypt What I'll now do to you. But I've a bank account, Tu-Tank, They'll never bust into. Hey, high and mighty Pharoah, With brains pulled through your nose, Was it all worth your time on Earth? .....No answer, I suppose. --------------- Mervyn Pique

Miss Ona Dicey

Oh, Miss Ona Dicey,
Won't you step out in the dew?
I understand
I'm just a little man
But I so want a go with you.

Seen you once or twicey, Dice,
Swore I caught a look from you
Your eyes they cloud with doubt as
I'm thinking hard about us
And I'm just a little man
But I so want me a go with you.

----------- Elmo the Projector

the big scene

im shouting into the big scene now and my shouts are lost as lost as yesterday when I cried to the walls in my closet and there was no one to turn the key and prevent my unwilling escape. i forgive nothing i remember of the ways of the world fast forgiving of itself so brutally forgiving so deaf to the cries and set on its destined plunge to cold extinction. to all the want that begets our tragedies on the watch of the elected who stand like paper dolls without concensus or the courage of convictions there beckons no release. fastening assessive eyes on the presidential testicles of each administration is the game that passes for action but out in the big scene the want carries on into tragedy and its clear that compassion was never the point.

--- jani pessa

WITNESSED ON KARAOKE NIGHT DOWN TO WHERE I GO

(soused college boy introduced as The Green Weenie)

"Mah babeh do de hankeh pankeh
Mah babeh do de whoppa doodee pye
W' mahda bay--
Muh-hodda babuh haydee hey--
Sh' hanka pankie pay
Na yanka toddie-
Hotta-bodda-shotta-waddie
Hmmph! {pelvic thrust}
Mah babeh do de hankeh pankeh
Mah babeh-well-sh'-do-de-whoppa-doodee-poppa-- WHOA! @#*!"

(removed from stage by Bouncers Three, given an air-ride out the door, cursing and writhing)

(moments later the WHUMP! of a minor automobile collision in the parking lot. )

(Door Man sticks his head into the club and hollers, "White Honda Civic!")

----------------------------------"Daddy Dug" Clay