Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


one of us, i forget which one
lifted up his head and looked for a way out
one of us, another one
started making weapons and began to scream and shout

that night
we danced like fiends
drank up all the whiskey
and then died
that night
the barber came
and cut us so fine we fell to the floor like snips of hair

if that wasn't bad enough
that night, much later that night
after we died and fell upon the floor
the world was given to the metal geese
and they shit ball bearings everywhere
and we were so dead
we just had to take it

that night
i woke up dead
some things are harder than others



At 6:49 AM, Blogger Oscar said...

I just like the fuck out of this one.


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