Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Jokes do not write themselves

two buddhists walked into a bar
while at the same time a bear
took a shit in the woods
the pope just smiled


Saturday, February 07, 2015

On the other hand

it's not like i didn't know my country was crazy
it was crazy the way an exposed nerve is agitated
when you zap it with an electrical charge

so yes, i knew we were strange
but everybody was strange
so not a big deal

then, i don't know
about a week ago
it struck me:

we are a nation where millions of people
believe that, after they die, they will float up into an invisible
mansion in the sky

then i thought that maybe we're not crazy
maybe we are balloonists
who've lost their balloons


Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Awesome!! Totally Awesome!!

The Fence Avengers

I am barbed wire!

And I am a board made of wood!

And I am a sprawling branch!

We are The Fence Avengers!


That's it.

That's all we got.

We are The Fence Avengers!

(theme music, then go to commercial)


Saturday, January 10, 2015

1,000 words or less

if you got a warbler, then warbling's what you got
if you got a bush tit, the jokes come fast and hot
if you got a camera, and pictures are your thing
you capture all the changes, winter-summer-fall and spring


Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Yes, yes, fog

we have fog on the menu tonight
served in a variety of ways:
in front of you
down the street
in a harbor
in a meadow
between buildings
around buildings

the droplets are imported
 in the pockets of drunkards
and slowly released
like change at the laundromat

a long, long time ago
i went home with a girl made of fog
before i could hold her
she vanished on the highway
barely sighing

i found her the next day
escaping from a tea kettle
wearing an imported brassiere
and six bandaids painted like flowers
she would not tell me about the bandaids


Monday, December 22, 2014

You must beat a drum, now and then

the solstice tried a thing or two
before it glanced away
it spun the gold of noiseless air
and left all hell to pay


Wednesday, December 03, 2014

Too fast upon the shore

a report from nowhere:

nothing left to move us
what can we build with those broken ships?
true, we sailed together, and landed
and stood on the land like we belonged
but we didn't
not really

our voyage was too fast
we arrived too soon
we needed a much longer song
to learn what the lyrics meant
to go deeper into ourselves
we were children with knives and guns
we were killers with a golden lord

maybe, if the voyage wasn't so fast
we could have learned more about love
about fairness
about decency
about the birds
and the wolves
and the wind--all the winds of the world

we got here too fast
and children are hungry
and poor people die slaughtered
and many wring their hands
and feel unloved

maybe, if we took our time
we would have recognized ourselves
in everyone we saw
and found more lessons than we brought


Saturday, November 29, 2014

A lovely bit of darkness hence

dens, caves

wolves, bears

entrance, exit

the dark hollows
are frightening
in their familiarity

once you return to the void

howling, growling


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?



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