The Ranchero Chronicles: Victorville

The Ranchero Chronicles: Victorville
by matt ronquillo
Dead birds flew through my windshield last fall
when they started letting cats into heaven.
I got out of the car with that
knife-shaped ice cube mold
and ran till I could wring my shirt to fill it.
There was blood all over the sidewalk after I borrowed Dairy Queen’s freezer.
My arms raised, dual-wielding Q-ray bracelets that
pulled down a giant metal animal I wouldn’t let go until it revealed to me
that we’re really a few billion miles above our own heads
transmitting into machines that don’t know it.
I broke the animal’s leg and did a brake-stand in the dirt,
watching it clamor and clang in my rear-view mirror which I had
glued to my back window because I don’t know how to face what’s coming,
even though I can see what’s gonna happen when it gets here.

0 thoughts on “The Ranchero Chronicles: Victorville

  1. This is pretty good. I love the surrealist imagery. I think the second stanza is what makes this piece worthwhile, I felt a peculiar, Philip K Dick-esque paranoia in there. The first and third stanzas are somewhat confusing, and I had to re-read them to draw some meaning out.
    Overall, I liked it. I love weird, cryptic poetry in the morning, when things are just coming into focus (w/ coffee) yet blurred softly by dreams.

  2. I have to agree with Misener about the 2nd stanza. For me, specifically, it’s lines 9 and 10 that really stand above the rest. It’s like Vonnegut meets Kant. I think that it’d be interesting if the poet wrote a poem elaborating on these lines. Otherwise, except for the first few lines, this poem doesn’t really do anything for me.

  3. Thank you both. Interesting you liked the second stanza over the other two. I thought it would be the other way around, but I’m glad some meaning was received.

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