Sylvestre Matuschka,

Sylvestre Matuschka

One more

buried nugget

of the dark history

of the darkest side of man.

Austria, 1931

Hungarian, hero – World War I.

Businessman,

family man,

“Idealist? Or just plain mad?”

To him, life must be a smash,

he blew up trestles and railroad tracks

so he could masturbate

while watching trains wreck.

It’s a message from God,

it’s a message from God,

it’s a message from God,

it is my duty.

Dynamite

end of the line

screeching metal

injured cries

bombs explode

up through my spine

I squeeze

I pump

I… spray!

Six years, Vienna jail

shipped to Hungary, then in World War II.

released, cos the army needs

experts for demolition teams.

Some say that’s how he died,

was he in Korea? No one knows.

Have any trains wiped out

near a nursing home in your town?

It’s a message from God.

Those with eyes shall see

those with ears shall hear

a prophecy

to the enemy

the world shall belong

to the children,

I’ve done my duty.

So all you sexually totalitarian born-agains

and blue-nosey Horney toads.

Remember this:

No matter how many books you ban,

no matter how many records you burn,

the seeds of fertile fetishes

are planted at an early age.

And some where out there

some one amongst you

may at this very moment lust

for derailing trains.