Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Sunday Answer and Call Tango

when i get down, and i mingle in the misery
i am drowned in the saltine factory
i look up at the dark coat of the hacking foreman
he's on a bender, changes gender and looks at me

when i am drunk, i wander in the graveyard
when i am burned i toast the newly dead
when i look up i see a doctor high on benzedrine
he's on a bender, changes gender and looks at me

(change)
it's not that the weekend is sacrosanct
you can break it like a piggy bank
it's not that the precious days are poorly spent
it's just that, damn it Louise, i'm so weak in my knees
that i cave under, and then i plunder the awful depths

when i am high i giggle like a monkey
when i am low i speak the buffalo
when i look up i see a doctor huffing
he's on a bender, changes gender and looks at me

when i leave work, i drive inside the eardrum
i spit and hum to the human tangerine
then i blackout, and vanish in the ether
i'm convulsing in the poisoned cavalcade

(change)
it's not that the weekend is sacrosanct
you can break it like a piggy bank
it's not that the precious days are poorly spent
it's just that, damn it Louise, i'm so weak in my knees
that i cave under, and then i plunder the awful depths

(secondary change)
i'm aghast at the children in the courtyard
i'm taken aback at the morbidity
i'm appalled at the hideous departure
the ground is covered with their latest revelry

when i get down, and i mingle in the misery
i am drowned in the saltine factory
i look up at the dark coat of the hacking foreman
he's on a bender, changes gender and looks at me

when i am drunk, i wander in the graveyard
when i am burned i toast the newly dead
when i look up i see a doctor on benzedrine
he's on a bender, changes gender and looks at me

(change)
it's not that the weekend is sacrosanct
you can break it like a piggy bank
it's not that the precious days are poorly spent
it's just that, damn it Louise, i'm so weak in my knees
that i cave under, and then i plunder the awful depths

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