Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Ode to the Dying and Resurrected

i went to the desert last year
i stood between the rocks and sky
then somebody killed me
put me in a cave
three days later
i was shopping in the market
my breath was a little stale
other than that i felt hunky dory


Wednesday, April 02, 2014

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. 
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. 
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. 
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints. 
Other times there were one set of footprints. 
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life 
When I was suffering from anguish, sorrow, or defeat, 
I could see only one set of footprints. 
So I said to the Lord, "You promised me, Lord, 
That if I followed you, you would walk with me always. 
But I noticed that during the most trying periods of my life 
There have only been one set of prints in the sand. 
Why, When I have needed you most, you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied, 
"The times when you have seen only one set of footprints 
Is when I went to the liquor store for some beer and tequila.  
You are seriously killing me with your blah-blah-blah.
I had to get a major buzz on just to keep myself from screaming.
  I came this close to buying a pack of Pall Malls.  Seriously.  Totally done here."

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Rock Steady

so endeth the conversation


Saturday, March 08, 2014

Road to Hana

out on the road to hana
everything is alive
the trees are ready to run off
they're all ready to dive

the music ain't in your eardrum
the light ain't smack on your eyes
you're on the road to hana
everybody jump and jive


Thursday, March 06, 2014

La Perouse Bay Blues

we came out of the water
all soggy, sad and lame
we strode upon the landscape
and slowly went insane

every now and then
when the tide is at its peak
we ponder going back again
to find just what we seek

if we turn our backs to god
and float off to the sun
i'll write to you from Ecuador
and dance with drunken nuns


Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Serious business

nothing is not a thing
no thing ever is
just a passing fancy-feast
for the benefit of squid

zero isn't really a number
numbers aren't all that great
containing matter in a balance sheet
doesn't merit a second date

rational thought is lumbering
on its massive gut
undulating to disneyland
and leaving a massive rut

smile like you mean it
frown with grave concern
nod your head before you're dead
give someone else a turn

terrorize your shadow
trace the vanishing sky
nothing is not a thing
now do not wonder why


Thursday, January 23, 2014

My lust, your exhaust

her conversational lover
pulled the winter overlap
he pulled it ever so very hard

she reached for lighters made of glass
they smoked like dancers
engaged in pirouettes

what happens to skin
does it remember your hands
who does its accounting
who keeps it from running away?

she tossed her head aside
blue smoke bowed deeply
that was when her lips made 
him quiver
her red lips
this frozen bronco
he was shaking
he shook away the night


Sunday, January 12, 2014

Saline solution

it was back in autumn when the leaves, they all fell down
winter was on its way, the new sheriff in the town
what to do with all the tears that widows deigned to shed?
put them in a mason jar and pour them when they're dead


Thursday, January 02, 2014

Bring us more opium

hold our hand, we're bombing the natives
jack us off, back at the base
say a prayer before the planes take off
let's wipe our asses and get out of this place

i saw the mountains high above the indus
the gods no longer called the place home
we traded rifles with a wandering prophet
he wore his sandals like they do in rome

we're here, right now
in the daylight
no prayer, no separation
no more crying in the night
we got a name for weirdos like you
we got a reason to fight

fuckin' a, the land is 'a plenty
we can't see to the margin beyond
we were driving to the edge of the desert
we were shooting the shadows that hound us along

we're here, right now
in the daylight
no prayer, no separation
no more crying in the night
we got a name for weirdos like you
we got a reason to fight


Monday, December 30, 2013

Happy Holidays

you must leave the street
i will distract the buildings
until you are a safe distance away
(just when that is no one knows)

and with that we departed
looking back only briefly
then fleeing across the river to
the mountains in the east

winter was cold
and despair was colder