Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

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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Wednesday, July 02, 2014

What have the gods been up to?




when you are on the phone
your words are athletes
jumping and tumbling
scoring like cannons at war

they take you on like atoms on a bender
careening in your weekend head
your ancient diseases

mars wears a helmet
just in case

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Sunday, June 22, 2014

15 minute parking


when you walk in the above world
your shadow walks with you

sometimes it gets home
while you are far away
sometimes your shadow is all
that keeps you here today

when you wander on the city streets
your shadow runs ahead
just to see the look on your face
from outside your own head

when you walk in the above world
your shadow walks with you

until it doesn't

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Thursday, June 19, 2014

Sociopathcat


the cat killed the bird
even though the cat had a full stomach
and a warm bed
and fresh water
and catnip
the cat still killed the bird

the cat does not give a shit

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Saturday, May 31, 2014

Gracious are the savages


god came back
forgot his keys
and his wallet
and his sunglasses

he explained
that he was under
a lot of stress
and had some trouble
with his memory

we just shrugged
and said no problem
the dude was double parked
so we let it pass
we're not complete assholes

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Friday, May 16, 2014

Vaporous


your misty self, the one that swirls in the sky
is rising new
your misty eyes, that blink in the sunshine
wear a disguise

please, no photos at the end of the dream
no record of the archival self
don't sign the guest book, dear
just go away, like steam at play

you are a friend of the clouds
you rise in the morning light
you turn around to see yourself
you are gone

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Saturday, May 10, 2014

The fool no longer pretending


not so much a moon selected
or an earth found by default
nor sky, nor cloud, nor bird inspected
in this broad and golden vault
to put light upon the query
and illuminate the dark
will pass the time but not the space
of shadows sharp and stark

would you find a comfort
in this world of weal and woe
would you find a hearth and hope
a "yes" where lies a "no?"
would you stammer any less
if all veils were tossed aside
would in the garments that then drifted
your fancies crawl inside?

nothing is revealed to you
no lightning yet exists
that takes observers out of selves
into objective bliss
the fool who trundles down the hill
and knows he knows it not
will surely make his way to town
just as surely he did not

not so much a moon selected
or an earth found by default
nor sky, nor cloud, nor bird inspected
in this broad and golden vault
to put light upon the query
and illuminate the dark
will pass the time but not the space
of shadows sharp and stark

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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
amen

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