Things You Should Know, By Heart, If You Must

by Jerry Ratch


The light is always on in reality

The Gelatinous Mass is not something made up

By the Catholic Church

And even though a small deer may have come to the side of the road once

To lick the salt from your wounds

There will definitely be cheap fish in the next life, maybe, for everyone

And by the way, everybody loves to hate poetry


I ran into some hippies who named their daughter Echinacea

And you could instantly read her future

But it wasn't so good

And yes, it's true that everybody loves to hate poetry

So, if you were at the Clairvoyant Center when it closed down

And no one saw it coming?

Well, make sure that gets written down

In the next Bible

Oh, and big news

Groveling pays off!

And, yes, it's true that Carbon Dating is a dating service for seniors


So, beware of shouting Dress Barn, Dress Barn!

When having an orgasm

Everyone should know this by nature, if not by heart

And, and, dinosaur flatulence may have warmed the Earth

Yes, dinosaur flatulence may have warmed the Earth

That's pretty big news right there

Also, no matter how often flies land on butter

They will never become butterflies


And when you are done here, there ought to be

Enough of the night sky to make a difference

With an abundance of flying saucers

Rotating their florescence

But the white moon is dangling by a thread tonight

You can close your eyes and listen to it undress

They say your love will let you walk on water to the edge of time

So I can dream like anyone, even you  


But tell me, what exactly happens if

The Meat Puppet meets the Meat Lady in the sky?

Nobody knew you could be so easily amused

Just by putting your face between her breasts

Like a big giant baby

Not knowing which way to look

While they wobbled against your cheeks

And nobody knew the extent to which you'd go

To stay there in paradise

Keeping a close eye on those big nipples

Just in case

Nostalgia wasn't what it used to be


We're about to witness the release of souls

From the captivity of flames

At the backside of the see-through universe

Diamonds are for suckers

Diamonds are for the miserable at heart

Keep that in mind when you are busy

Puffing out your chest and

Slipping on your dancing shoes

If you could read your own future

You wouldn't need God, or virgins

Or a psychic all wound up with excitement


And O what darkened dreams might go speeding past

With their false and brightly-lit interiors

That slow down for no one

As they pass us by with that dark laughter

Pasted on beside their brains

Lit up only by neon in the night

Like the double-decker busses of London

Brussels, Zurich


Like the electric trams of Moscow and Prague

Like Streetcars that are named Desire coming out of New Orleans

Heading outward bound to the end of the line

Toward the end of everything

That was good in life. The end