On The Sixth Day
My name is Legion, for we are many. --Mark 5:10
It's shining in the window already,
Through the god-damned shades I always forget
To close at night. I wish someday the sun
Would stay put and leave just black
Sky. Who the hell needs all that light
Anyway? I'd rather see the moon.
It's time to get up. I face the mirror and moan
If I don't find that shower already
I'm gonna collapse--damned fluorescent light.
I wonder what I did last night. I forget,
But I've got a bruise on my arm... all black
And blue, like a little photo-negative sun.
There's not much to do today. Some
Old newspapers on the floor bitch and moan
About how tough this Jew of that Black
Has it. Well fuck 'em all 'cause it's already
Time for my show; I never forget
It--them hard-ass cops don't let nobody off light.
I like to watch TV until it's pretty late
Then I go downtown and catch some
Film, girl getting fucked so full, forget
About walking home. I'd make the bitch moan
Like a siren... Maybe tonight. Already
I can see it against the night--all black.
I go to Johnny's bar, it's down the block
I wait and close him up, then real late
I sneak up on some cunt I know's already
Done a thousand guys, and I get some.
I stab her breasts and thighs until she moans
For more and bleeds her life out to forget...
Another day. Once more last night's... forgot.
I never can remember, must be some block
Just like that TV doc talks about. Well, can't moan
About shit like that, I'll be late
For... what'll I do tonight? I'll think of some-
Thing. Fuck, another bruise?! Well, the first one's gone already,
And I/m all ready to forget
About the sun and live the black
Night light of the moon...
Christopher J. Cramer
April 10, 1981