Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Monday, March 23, 2009

Random Poem

I've come to fix your childhood
I heard it had a bunch of leaks
and keeps you up at night

I've come to fix your childhood
the neighbors have been complaining
about the awful racket

I've come to fix your childhood
the country is in ruins
and needs the space

I've come to fix your childhood
I have tools in my truck:
hammer
saw
wrench
a drill stolen by a troll
shovel
measuring tape
a lighter used to illuminate monsters
scissors
computer
small radio
the last golden bicycle
a cheap plastic ring made by god
one hour of rain
chewing gum

I've come to fix your childhood
so you can grow old and die as an adult

I've come to fix your childhood
but nobody's home

I'll come back some other time
we'll talk about summer
and then I'll get right to work

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