Lost in the letter sauce

required phrase : ‘ her button was undone ‘

additional phrase : ‘ through a crack in the door ‘

Just having recently been summoned .. quite serendipitous ly .. yet .. quite eye-opening ly, none the less .. BY .. no .. less .. the Police – not necessarily ‘ asking ‘ nor ‘ politely suggesting ‘ nor ‘ Sir .. would you kindly mindly … ?’

But .. slam in my face .. ‘ ask me no questions – I’ll tell you no lies ‘ … ‘ I am he as you are he as you are me .. And we are all together ‘ Sha na na na .. Sha na na na …

Na Na Na Na ..

goodbye ….

The Police .. that other lil ol’ band out of England.

And one set of their lyrics in particular, sharing a universal profundity in their song ‘ Synchronicity II’ :

• Another working day has ended

• Only the rush hour hell to face

• Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes

• Contestants in a suicide race

Some rather powerful observations by our friend, Gordon aka ‘ Sting ‘ there. Equally powerful and wonderfully stated. Fair to say that Sir Sting dialed up a Rama – Lama – Dong – Ding with this particular set of lyrics – twisting things up just enough to make them undeniably his, while not allowing the overall message to get lost in the letter sauce.

Not an easy feat, that. Enhancing everyday life with just a touch of free form whimsicality .. giving just a tiny little glimpse of what might be revealed if the curtain was pulled back all the way.

Scintillating. Foreshadowing. Teasing, even. Like the next door neighbor lying out in the sun – the top button on her blouse undone .. the door to the pantry where all the sweets and cookies and assorted goodies lay waiting to be discovered … open just a wee crack.

Just enough to … imagine .. daydream .. fantasize over, even .. “ ahh .. if I only had a … plate .. fork .. less developed sense of right ‘ vs ‘ wrong “ at the very least.

A somewhat odd perspective to wish upon oneself ..

yet .. & .. and .. if the thought truly crystallized …

that is .. due to ..

imbibing upon ..

drinking in ..

assimilating ..

associating ..

essentially ing …

becoming

in one’s own mind ..

no less than a recognized prophet ..

spouting prophecies from where he / she sit ..

and …

then …

fall on his/her face on somebody’s new mowed lawn ..

Then it would be a free-for-all … Ala : the epic stage announcement at Woodstock :

• ‘ To get back to the warning that I received – you may take it with however many grains of salt that you wish. That the brown acid that is circulating around us isn’t too good. It is suggested that you stay away from that …
• ‘ sorry for that ripple of fear / dread / self-recrimination you may have { allegedly } just felt coursing through your body – guilty conscious ? .. apologies again – I never should have written that .. nor .. right now .. snuck in a tiny homage to everyone’s friend :
• ‘ The Cat in the Hat ‘

While the radio plays .. barely audibly ..

I am the egg man .. you are the egg man

I am the walrus ..

Goo goo g’joob ..

• To which, I say :
• Yes .. indeed .. Love you too …

Yet …