I slapped you red in the face singing

Without a mountain in sight like a butcher.

Come on maman, we’re off to marry the exterminator

In a beautiful car built by poor men.

To make things shorter for the sheiks

I locked up the jail-birds tight as an omelette.

My hope that you would clean the drains

Fell among the black birds as feed.

Bringing a large vessel on a horse’s back

—In my heart I know it will burn him up.

The blood of race horses reclines from fatigue

Stopping the gay music of the garage!

I am not a bad musician

In God’s own symphony.

Chasing you with that hot fire iron

Did you think I’d offer you a second chance to die?

She’s in my voice the old canary

Whose blood could bend a prison’s iron bars!

I am the sinister mirror

Who the hungry must stare at as dinner!

I am the plate and the spoon!

I am the game of kneeling!

I am the army in the street,

And the victim of bureaucracy!

In the red heart of the vampire:

One of those abandoned train stations.

In the back are stacked up cabooses eternally

And they will never derail again!