Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Bartender!


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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Towering Externo


i looked up and saw the trees
i saw the water running free
here was where the summer strayed
until it at last it slipped away

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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Tree Stories


the trees die and are born again
and die again and are born anew
over and over and over
until they die a final time

my heart is listening to the trees
tell their stories in the wind

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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Resolved


#1: Isn't this a beautiful image?

#2: Yes, yes it is.

#1: Fuck Willard Mitt Romney.

#2: Okay.

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Thursday, September 13, 2012

A Summer Day


a summer day in the land of the waves

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i saw children still at play
at the edge of the western world

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we dance again

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Friday, September 07, 2012

Dogs, a dead mole, twinkles and the news


i love my dogs
but they killed a mole:
not because this act was required
to protect the pack
but because they are dogs

we buried the mole
by a stone near the front of our house
we were sorry and apologized
and the sky went black
and the heavens split wide open
and out fell all the stars
like broken lights
twinkle, twinkle, crash, nothing

beyond the horrible gap in the sky
i could just make out an enormous mole
sitting in a wild garden
reading a newspaper
he looked up briefly, squinted at me
through the the vast tear in the universe
and then went back to reading the newspaper

later that night, i lay in bed wondering
why the giant mole didn't have internet
and then i thought:
'maybe he does have internet
but he still likes to read the paper'

i went to work the next morning
and paused briefly by the stone
and the little mole grave next to it
i noticed small pieces of broken stars
they twinkled in the dirt


Sunday, September 02, 2012

God's Song to His Children


people are an inconvenience
they just get in the way
trying to shop at the market
there is hell to pay
they are shoving carts along
like the bulls in Spain
people are a pain in the ass
they just get in the way

people are a danger 
to the harmony
from high on the mountains 
down to the sea
if you find them in the desert
just leave them be
the wind and the rain
will set them free

i am the god of the covenant
i am the one, i am the one
i am the god of the covenant
i live deep inside of the sun
when you're a god
you can burn for fun
i live deep inside
inside of the sun

people are a crime 
but i am the thief
i steal their lives
like a side of beef
they piss and moan
and hide in the dark
i should have left them
off of Noah's ark

can i tell you
just the other day
a child was starving
he turned to clay
he died in the street
they let him be
the wind and the rain
will set him free

i am the god of the covenant
i am the one, i am the one
i am the god of the covenant
i live deep inside of the sun
when you're a god
you can burn for fun
i live deep inside
inside of the sun

fire and rain
dust and drought
wind made of knives
the blood runs out
there on the sands
the bones of man
a broken shelter
the soul's last stand
fire and rain
fire and rain
fire and rain
the bones of man
a broken shelter
the soul's last stand
people are an inconvenience
they just get in the way


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