Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Sunday, June 05, 2016

Ode to a Campground Slug



Ode to a Campground Slug

Fair thee well, Grand Slug of Memory
From sea to sea, the shining seas
Fair thee well, Grand Slug of Memory
To the Kingdom we grant you the Keys!

Though you take your time
And are mostly slime
Yet you are divine
Assuredly
Fair thee well, Grand Slug of Memory
To the Kingdom we grant you the Keys!

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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Windows and the Law


i have to let my father go, again
i have let him go before but the same
problem remains
and so there he is, looming and
weak but stubborn

history is not merely a series of lamentations
and complaints, ordinances broken
speeding tickets and penalties:
history is this enormous window
that is illuminated briefly
try to clean it from time to time
if only to catch a glimpse
of me waving goodbye to 

a man who cannot wave back

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Saturday, May 14, 2016

Gender Gnomic





Transgender mutants in the news today
Ambiguity headed for the Milky Way
Everybody's going to the dance bar
Everybody's naked in the car-car
How will I know which body to fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

Transgender mutants in the lavatory
Time to run, apparently they're migratory
Don't let them near the young ones
They've got everybody on the run-run
How am I supposed to know who to fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

(chorus)
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I want to know your destination
I need to see your gender certification
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Transgender spiders from outer space
Eight legs, keeping their balls in place
Everybody's metamorphisizing
I'm a boy or a girl realizing
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

Got a note from my gender mentors
Just came back from a bender adventure
Oh, my lord, who can I fuck?

(chorus)
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no
I want to know your destination
I need to see your gender certification
Oh, oh…oh-no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Uh-uh…no, no, no, no, no, no, no

***



Tuesday, April 26, 2016

I love that she dances


i hid in the forest
after the job
had filled me with dread again
had billed me the lot
so i hid in the forest
and sang to the trees
the trees, they all listened
and did as they pleased

i slept at the old house
after the bombs
had emptied the cities
had lost their aplomb
so i slept at the old house
and dreamed of a girl
she was potent and moody
said she'd give me a whirl
an enchanted girl
she whispered me nothing
she said she's not a rental
she's certainly something

break me again
shatter the body
open the stopples
dance me the story
i love that she dances
i love that she dances
she always dances
i always die
break me again
shatter the sky

i wrestled a cowboy
down on his luck
he emptied his pockets
surrendered his truck
i wrestled a cowboy
he died in his lungs
he said that the enzymes
were all that he'd won

i slept in the shadows
then up came the sun
the light came like razors
i am such a bum
i slept in the shadows
and rose in the sea
i fell off the planet
i miss all the trees

break me again
shatter the body
open the stopples
dance me the story
i love that she dances
i love that she dances
she always dances
i always die
break me again
shatter the sky

i slept at the old house
after the bombs
had emptied the cities
had lost their aplomb
so i slept at the old house
and dreamed of a girl
she was potent and moody
said she'd give me a whirl
an enchanted girl
she whispered me nothing
she said she's not a rental
she's certainly something

***

Saturday, April 09, 2016

Bark King


no sister is serene
no sister i have seen
pleasant, sometimes in the dream
pleasant, sometimes

no vision is complete
no vision i have concrete
howling, howling in the street
metal rubber and concrete

(chorus)
what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs

clouds are monkeys in the sky
birds are just the chimpanzees
swinging into the breeze
singing as you please

if you guard a flock at night
better to smell than to fight
sound the alarms for the Bark King
gotta do what is right

what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs

i saw a dead man in the water
sleeping there with neptune's daughter
someone said he was a ranger
i think he was a coyote spotter

no sister is serene
no sister i have seen
pleasant, sometimes in the dream
pleasant, sometimes

no vision is complete
no vision i have concrete
howling, howling in the street
metal rubber and concrete

what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs




Thursday, March 03, 2016

This is hardly news


stare, at ceaseless past
care, and let it last
cry, and hold it close like a baby

reach, across the days
preach, into the haze
sing, just like a dagger in the sky

i'm dying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go

stamp, your bloody feet
damp, the ruddy street
vamp, just like a lover on the bed

insist, this is your bliss
kiss, the ultimate
trip, just like a wire through your neck

i'm flying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go
when the darkness finally dawns
when the dirty beggars play the odds

stare, at ceaseless past
care, and let it last
cry, and hold it close like a baby

reach, across the days
preach, into the haze
sing, just like a dagger in the sky

i'm dying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go


Sunday, January 03, 2016

Goal!!!!!


gonna build a rainbow farm
gonna plant the colors on the moon
wild, freaking kubrick bursts
out there on the rainbow farm

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Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Thirty-five years ago*

thirty-five years ago
early in the morning
driving east into the sun
i heard on the radio
john lennon's days were done
i squinted like a baby
staring at burning angels
their fire came at me like daggers
their purpose came undone

bullets are not saviors
bullets are not hope
lying on the sidewalk
not a pauper or a pope
john was such a dreamer
but not the only one
the price of bullets fired
the cheapness of a gun

no one built a chapel
no one praised a god
no one rode the spirits
no one gave the priest a nod
no one could remember
no one could explain
no one in that december
would see his like again
no one in that december
would see his like again
*Written in remembrance of an awful day in December of 1980--I lived in Southern California and was unaware of John Lennon's murder until I heard about it on the radio while driving south/southeast on the 405 in southern Orange County.    

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Refugees

i see wizards
refugees
sending smoke into the trees
i hear natives cry
beating drums
beating drums
the natives in the eye

leaves have fallen
here in autumn
they are earth again

there is music
coming from a gray box
urging me to do nothing

glass window to the world
i see so many birds
in the naked trees
flying in the wizard's robe
stars in the wizard's eyes

***

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Sometimes referred to as Ash Flies

white flies
white flies
white flies

fly unto me
get under the leaf
what is your beef?
go on flying

each of the flies
lives 30 to 60 days
then it's goodbye
goodbye little fly

we will not go with a bang
we will not go with a bang
we'll just fill our noses with flies
it's the latest disguise
white flies
white flies
white flies

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