by Victor Martinez
I don't want to remember names.
Names stink of money, grease,
baby vomit and new clothes. Some
stink of righteousness and
patriotism, others of sour deodorant
Better to think of heaven: the
boiling clouds, the light
like needles sticking into everything,
all the beasts so peaceful and
Don't think it's save walking
when the sign says WALK.
Don't think you'll get by on rent
Just when you think you've got
it, just when the dice
tap in line, all hell starts shooting
up inside your anatomy.
Organs collaps, skin loosens to
the pinch, burn spots
from gagging liver begin to sprout
everything is rocking on ice,
shifting on plates
and avalancing down a crotch.
Your heart is beating itself to
See that dog? Thats'a devil dog.
It hates you.
It wants to scour your leg with
cancer, pluck out your
ligaments, it wants to ignite
arthritis in your spine.
And don't put your finger out,
don't dare put your finger out,
because the pigeons eating meat
now, and the baby calf
suckeld on milk and kept tender
in total darkness
is buying a gun. Inside books
the trees are plotting revenge.
Something happend to the world
Sparrows flop off trees, choking
on diesel fumes, squirrels
stagger around like drunks, from
pesticides, from children's
candy. Rats, not landlords, are
the true bosses here.
They wrestle the plate from your
They shoot like bullets from one
sewer of the city to another.
And don't jerk them around. Smash
tomorrow you got eight brothers,
ready to settle accounts.
And no amount of talking's gonna
spring you loose.
They've got the logic of prison
Shakespearean voices. they'll
live to see
the last morning in your eyes,
Whatever happened to free animals,
free trees, free skies?
They all got harnesses on them
They're all pulling the big post
or attached to pullies and curtains
They're props on a stage that's
gonna crash down on everybody.