Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Mergitroids


something was here, women are wondering
someone is lost, not at all shocking, that
i am a voice
wait for the epilogue

i walk the boards
off to the mergitroids
how can anyone
play with the world
and not get tired?

epilogue:

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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Gallery, bitches!

i can't write on a full stomach
with my belly hanging over my legs
like a drunken dirigible

instead i will put a drill in my nose
and hang art in my sinuses

when i sneeze
god erupts

the wine is only fair

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Thursday, November 06, 2014

The Exchange of Gasses


We have plants in our home, and our job is to keep the plants alive, for as long as possible.  

We have pets in our home, and our job is to keep our pets alive and healthy, for as long as possible.  

We have relationships, friendships, lovers, family: we keep our connections alive as long as possible, until we fall down and are no more.  

To say that we are treading water is not quite right--that has a sort of desperate quality that being alive surpasses, but the idea of staying afloat is very near the mark.  

We are trying to control our own gravity, our own entropy, our own demise, but we can't control it; we can only pay attention to our breathing, to our spinning wheels, for as long as it takes us to exhale.  

Water the plants, love the pets, be good to each other--remember to breathe, but revel in your exhaling!  

That's the air of the world leaving your body, altered by the experience.  Oxygen battered into carbon dioxide--a fine way to treat a guest!

Friday, October 24, 2014

Existentialism for the New World Order


Friday, October 10, 2014

My Liberal Brain

Life is simple for the liberal brain
Just smoking dope with the ghost of Hussein
Dancing naked in the October rain
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

The days are easy for the liberal kind
They stick the gods where the moon doesn't shine
They just make love and drink all the wine
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Just give me an hour with a conservative man
Let me bask in the glorious plans
We'll turn the world into a Vietnam
But without the Vietnamese
Oh, please
Oh, please

They think we came from the ape family
That we were swinging in our Family Tree
That there wasn't an Adam and Eve
Oh, no
Oh, no

Just give me leaders who know who the boss is
Just give me free market fuck what the cost is
Show me the money and I'll show you what "is" is
Oh, no
Oh, no

Just turn me loose in the halls of power
Just let me climb high up in the tower
Just let me ring the bells every hour
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Fuck yeah...

Life is simple for the liberal brain
Just smoking dope with the ghost of Hussein
Dancing naked in the October rain
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

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Note: a fellow commenter made the comment about "a liberal brain" and did so in a disparaging fashion.  I like the idea of a liberal brain and a conservative asshole.  Makes sense to me.  

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Tuesday, October 07, 2014

The time has come, my friends, to talk of many things


Saturday, September 27, 2014

Fear is your buried treasure


what chases you is what you chase
what you hide from is your face
the face of days submerged in time
in the forests of your mind

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Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Adam and His Wife


Adam, not of woman born
Was the start of torture porn
Tempted by the snake, she caved
Adam beats her to this day

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014


whenever the such and such
rears up and up and up
pouring coffee in the emptiness
drinking darkness from their cups

and the villagers all cry
they spill their beans and cry
they fall upon the barrow mounds
and cry

no one remembers any promises
no one has that one receipt
creeping vines at midnight
creeping at your feet
everyone must die
no one remembers why
you'd think it was cold winter
with all their frozen eyes

and the villagers all cry
they spill their beans and cry
they fall upon the barrow mounds
and cry

i self me alone the one
i self me the lonesome one
i look upon it with eyes so wide
all the world lays deep inside
deep inside of the crime

no one remembers early spring
when the smallest and most joyful things
were breaking through like wedding rings
we were married just like gods

no one remembers any promises
no one has that one receipt
creeping vines at midnight
creeping at your feet
everyone must die
no one remembers why
you'd think it was cold winter
with all their frozen eyes

and the villagers all cry
they spill their beans and cry
they fall upon the barrow mounds
and cry

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Thursday, July 10, 2014

Advice to the Inheritors of God


don't remain calm

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