Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Revenant*


full score of years had wriggled forth
from cloak and and hood and fist
the specter of the chosen men
on down its leg did piss

when you hang the hanger
or whip the cracking master
ladies faint on summer chairs
their faces broken plaster

the hoods no longer needed
as the south girds up its loins
dive into its fountains
for a haul of deadly coins

the ships that brought the black man
still glide upon the seas
but now they are just freighters
with boxcars at full speed

the dead are rotten timber
the skin a rotten trick
dive ye down to plunder
golden coins are yours to nick

sell the slaves at harbor
drive them to the town
sell them, sell them, sell them after
the god of love has drowned

alone, the hooded master
hangs from a quiet tree
the leaves will fall in autumn
no more slaves will come for me

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*Original art by BANKSY

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Homework


try not to think of the elephant

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Thursday, April 09, 2015

Here in Barrymore Bay


will you swim with me
darling, my darling
here in barrymore bay
will you be hold'n me
your eyes just like emeralds
here in barrymore bay

i love a raven girl
love, love a raven girl
i bring her the stones and the stars
her eyes are like temples
please let me worship you
here in barrymore bay

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Sunday, March 08, 2015

Country and Western Invertebrate Drama


mr. and mrs. snail
are going their separate ways
he's is heading to the bar
to get a proper haze
she is off to her sister's place
way down in Tennessee
got herself a shotgun
and some sibling sympathy

they had been so much in love
but that was long ago
time had come between them
because they moved so slow
she had left the kitchen
back in '82
he sat thirty years at the table
without a single clue

(chorus)
oh, my lord, dear Doris
what a fool i've been
i took you for granted
that was my greatest sin
now my days are lonesome
just sitting doing time
what i'd give for just one more shot
to cover you in slime
cover in slime
cover in slime
what i'd give for just one more shot
to cover you in slime

damns, she was so sexy
he weren't bad himself
oozing in the forest
like two randy little elves
you may fancy yourself a lover
and boast about your art
but you ain't never gone down upon a snail
who bubbled up a fart

(repeat chorus)

mr. and mrs. snail
are going their separate ways
he's is heading to the bar
to get a proper haze
she is off to her sister's place
way down in Tennessee
got herself a shotgun
and some sibling sympathy

they had been so much in love
but that was long ago
time had come between them
because they moved so slow
she had left the kitchen
back in '82
he sat thirty years at the table
without a single clue

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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

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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

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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!

(pause)

That's it.

That's all we got.

We are The Fence Avengers!

(theme music, then go to commercial)

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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

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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

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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

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