THE ANARCHIST

Roland Michel Tremblay

Black Poetry

Warning: this book is not for anyone I know, anyone who has aged too quickly. I have no need for your judgements, keep them for yourself!

RM

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I Fucked the Town Slag

Resplendent in her lovely garish frock

Breasts bursting with hormones

Wig of hair piled half a yard at least on top of her head

She was really beautiful, my slag

Singing to celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day

Counting her ex-boy friends in the bar, they came to far too many

I took her, just as she was, back to my hotel room

They must have thought I’d found a whore and not been too fussy about it

But I kissed her, sucked her, fucked her inside out, my slag

She was as docile as a bitch on heat who asks for more, my slag

I should have snatched the wig off my slag

Deflated the ballooning breasts of my slag

Clawed off her frock and her buttocks, my slag

Finally killed her with pleasure, my slag

Last night I fucked the town slag

And now I feel free

It’s Par for the Course in New York

I’d hardly set foot in this great American city and already we were having sex in a taxi

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

Then we went out, found ourselves at an orgy, with everyone at it all round us

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

Then we met a surgeon, aged seventy, who wanted us to make up a threesome

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

Then I met a hundred and one people you’d slept with in one year

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

Then I saw your sixty credit cards, all of them over the limit

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

For you I worked in a mafia restaurant, swarming with rats and cockroaches

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

I met your psychiatrist friend who prescribed some amazing pills for me

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

With you I caught several sexually transmitted diseases

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

I even saved you from a drug-induced suicide where you coughed up blood

´But that’s par for the course in New Yorkª

For all those things, I love you

´Ah, that’s not par for the course in New Yorkª

Drink Up Your Whisky, Old Girl, and Cheat Death

Every day God grants, I get up and go to the Off Licence

I buy two half-bottles of whisky for the old girl dying of cancer

She’s got three months to live, they tell me, so I say to her:

Drink up your whisky, old girl, and cheat death!

It’s been five years now since they first gave her three months to live

So the whisky is obviously keeping her going

And so every day God grants I get up and go the Off Licence

I buy two half-bottles of whisky for the old girl dying of cancer and I tell her:

Drink up your whisky, old girl, and cheat death!

Knowing it’s God who’s sent me, she thanks me profusely

Taking the first glass diluted with water, then drinking it neat

Next day the nurse finds her out cold, picks up the empty bottles

Crosses herself but remarks that it seems to work better than morphine

So every day God grants I get up and go to the Off Licence

I buy two half-bottles of whisky for the old girl dying of cancer and I tell her:

Drink up your whisky, old girl, and cheat death!

We’re Not a Lost Generation

I watched you from the back of the bar, felt sorry for you

Blatantly lacking in personality, you were just a hanger-on

Lost, new to this world, you walk wondering if you have the right to do so

But come on, for the love of heaven, get up and walk!

Stop breathing in what others have breathed out

Direct your energy to your surroundings

Claim your place, be a mover and shaker of this world

We’re not a lost generation

We’re a generation landed with ramshackle structures

This is no time for stupefaction, it’s a time to destroy and rebuild

Motivation destruction inspiration construction

Come on, my boy, we’ll make a man of you yet

The Alchemist

Me, an anarchist?

No way, my friend, you’re quite mistaken

I’m an alchemist, which is altogether something else

I transform the rotten human heart into something palatable

Capitalism and Communism into something else not yet invented

Compulsory moral values into something not yet invented

The whole human race into something not yet invented

Sublimation of everything into something other

Than the systematic destruction of everything

This is no mean claim

Anarchy exists, is necessary for change, but never lasts long

Soon people are killing each other and someone then takes control

Anarchy is not enough, we must have alchemy

That’s why I’m an alchemist

HELL HELP

Without hell, no heaven

Without the devil, no God

Without mediocrity, no excellence

Without death, no life

Without darkness, no light

Without unhappiness, no happiness

Without immorality, no morality

Without mortality, no immortality

Without perversion, no purity

Without evil, no good

Evil is therefore essential

Long live evil!

I Strike and I Kill

In a world of competition I’ve learned my lesson well

Out of my way, punk, or you’ll get what the others got

You can judge me, destroy me, condemn me

But you’ll have that on your conscience

Take advantage of the situation, strike, kill, step into your victim’s shoes

Even when you revel in it, we call this climbing the ladder

You get there with motivation but mainly with a good kick up the arse

The best killers are those who get to the top

Pope, King, President, Prime Minister, Minister

Swanning around in limos when they don’t have their private jets

Lesser weasels have waded through shoals of shit to get where they are

You’ll find them heading companies, organisations, financial and educational institutions

We don’t get to the top by accident, integrity would kill us

Everywhere I follow the social pattern

I strike and I kill

Outside Buckingham Palace

The other day, looking the harmless tourist, I was strolling by Buckingham Palace

I looked at the flowers, although it was dark, not knowing if the Queen could see me from her royal window

Unluckily for me I had a weapon but we should be allowed to defend ourselves, even against the Queen

They trained their guns on me, all round me the click of their catches

I went on examining the flowers, though fully aware of the threat

Lights blazed, loudspeakers began to bellow

Puzzled and panicked, I took out my weapon, held it up under the lights

They stepped back, their guns clicking again (the first time being only a warning)

They all took a look at my weapon: a harmless tourist’s camera

- You bunch of idiots, I was looking at the flowers!

Next day, to crown it all, I found out that Her Majesty was away

The Queen was visiting one of her colonies - the United States of America

Flush It All Down the Loo

Yesterday, having nothing to eat and nowhere to go, I went to look for a job

I found the three tallest buildings in town, the ones over fifty floors

The first one said Bank of something or other

-Good morning, I’ve seen your wonderful premises, the thousands of jobs you have, so here I am

´But, my boy, we’re serious here, we work hardª

-Oh? And what do you do? I’m hungry and I need a place to sleep

´Well, we manage everyone’s money and deal with economicsª

-Do people need all this to have their money managed and their economics dealt with?

´Get out, you ignorant fool, you don’t understand how modern businesses work!ª

The second huge building was called something like Mutual Life

´Here we sell insurance, pensions, Treasury benefits, formalities galoreª

-But what you’re selling is wind! And you charge a fortune for that?

´Wind, is it? Insolent upstart! Our services are all essential and legally ratified,

The papers drawn up by the best professionals, it’s a lot of hard work!

There are 25,000 people working in this building!ª

- What? 25,000 professionals with nice fat salaries for filling and filing forms?

´Get out, young innocent, get wise to the real world, the great big serious world of modern businessª

The third huge building was filled to the brim with lawyers, spilling out of the top-floor windows

-I want a lawyer at once to help me understand my rights and liberties in these companies

´And how much money do you have, young man?ª

-One dollar, look how lovely the Queen is on my dollar

´Get out, you cheeky young fool, you’d need 500,000 of those dollars to hire a lawyer

And even at that price he’d be crooked!ª

Poor innocent that I am, I must have missed the boat

Stop Puking All Over Me

Fine by me going out with you

Fine by me drinking half the bar with you

Fine by me making dangerous love with various objects tearing my insides

Fine by me exchanging our sighs and saliva till we choke on our own CO₂

No problem piercing genital organs with rings

Bring me your instruments of torture, your whips, your leather gear, your wedding dresses

Hard drugs too, you know I love you, I’d do anything for you, even die of an overdose

If you rape me like an animal I don’t mind

Introduce me to Satanism, the Black Mass with animal sacrifice, that’s still fine

Throw me out on the street for three days, then take me back, that’s OK

I’m happy to go to those places where they swop partners

And watch illegal porno films where people do unbelievable, unimaginable things

The hell you offer me I accept as paradise

If you want me to piss in your mouth or shit on your face, I’m still up for it

But please, please, please, stop puking all over me