Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Abraham Lincoln

tonight I will sit with Abraham Lincoln
we will listen with respect to each other
bowing our heads in concentration
listening with our silence

I will sit with Abraham at all his ages
and all of his mirth, and sorrow
I will listen like I have never listened
and lift my head up, and smile
 maybe he will let me wear his mask
a damn fine mask

most of our lives are creeks and streams
so that when you discover a river your eyes go wide
'holy cow'--the width, the span, the power

Abraham, you are my river
tell me a story
and I will abide the banks

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Monday, January 21, 2013

Weather News


tired, very cold
i next sat in the garden
now my ass is cold

Saturday, January 12, 2013

 
are you not a figurine
kitchen clean, king and queen
light and dark and in between
the candle and the flame
 
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Saturday, January 05, 2013

We tried


the seasons go around, around, around
up to the sky and down upon the ground
the faces leave their traces
as we go about our paces
we're just a bunch of verbs mistook for nouns

the clouds, they are rolling, rolling, rolling
they carry tears for when the bells are tolling
we hear it in the falling
it's their card, it is there calling
they're like diamonds in a broken wedding ring

we tried
we tried 
we tried

the predators have crept out of the dark
they are hunting on the deck of Noah's ark
on the seas it is rough going
and the blood it starts to flowing
we can't pull over, there is nowhere left to park

we ride
we ride
we ride

we thought we had a savior in the cave
and that the path would surely then be paved
the contracts we were signing
produced no silver lining
we were spent, nothing left that could be saved

we hide
we hide
we hide

someone told us god was full of love
for everything below and up above
the love you cannot hold
sometimes it feels so cold
an embrace that's just another kind of shove

we sighed
we sighed
we sighed

the seasons go around, around, around
up to the sky and down upon the ground
the faces leave their traces
as we go about our paces
we're just a bunch of verbs mistook for nouns

the clouds, they are rolling, rolling, rolling
they carry tears for when the bells are tolling
we hear it in the falling
it's their card, it is there calling
they're like diamonds in a broken wedding ring

we tried
we tried 
we tried

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Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Much Adieu About Nothing



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