Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Celsius


if you're feeling really hot
run in the fountain: then you're not

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Saturday, June 22, 2013

Just Say Yes


i will kiss you slowly
i will love you past all the hours
i will trace your heart
in circles upon your thighs

i will place my tongue
where you tell me to
i will breathe you in
i will cum in you

you're a helluva flower!
you're one hell of a flower!
just let me in!
i will bite you so sweetly
i will vanish completely
you're one hell of a flower!
just say yes
it's the best word ever
just say yes
just say yes
 
i will lick you in your folds
i will suckle on your nubs
with my fingers i will probe
with the rest of me i'll cum
 
i am shuddering in you
i am a complete fucking fool
i am emptying my charms
leaving scratches on your arms
 
you're a helluva flower!
you're one hell of a flower!
just let me in!
i will bite you so sweetly
i will vanish completely
you're one hell of a flower!
just say yes
it's the best word ever
just say yes
just say yes 
 
i will kiss you slowly
i will love you past all the hours
i will trace your heart
in circles upon your thighs

i will place my tongue
where you tell me to
i will breathe you in
i will cum in you

you're a helluva flower!
you're one hell of a flower!
just let me do it!
i will bite you so sweetly
i will vanish completely
you're one hell of a flower!
just say yes
it's the best word ever
just say yes
just say yes 
 
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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Nothing personal

the doctor had worked for years and years
perfecting surgical skills, learning new procedures
mostly succeeding, sometimes failing
always trying

the early years of education:
the keen interest in the body
the hours of study, the tests
the seminars, the lectures
hundreds of hours devoted to this quest
those hours becoming thousands 
and on and on and on
working always
to become a doctor

my brother had heart surgery:
the surgical team opened up his chest
gave him a new offramp
(or was it a double by-pass?)
they fixed a valve that got stuck
he's resting now
a tube going down his throat
like the tendril of a loving insect

the message comes in the afternoon
from a well-meaning relative:
"thank the lord he is okay!"

no, i say nothing
though i think the expression is empty
a potato chip that stays crunchy
for centuries

when i eat dinner
i thank the farmer
who is god
and you are god
and i am god
who is god if not everything
including the doctor?
including the patient?

including the man who will walk
into the west 
waving to the sky
his heart beating
to the rhythm of the universe

ba-bum, ba-bum, ba bum

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Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Play like you're the player in the play


a waterfall was stolen from the milky way
the thieves have never been caught
but babies down the hall
all watch the water fall
in a fountain close to downtown
 
matter equals energy, or so i'm told
i don't know the current rate of exchange
but when leveraging light
turn the knobs to bright
and play in the fountain downtown
 
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Saturday, June 08, 2013

More Wisdom From God


seek not the mote in your enemy's eye
but remove the snot from your nose
and then it's back to work, monkey butt

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Thursday, June 06, 2013

Dead Bug on a Window Sill


the bug was alive
and then it was dead
no funeral is planned
died on the sill
next to vomit and pills
while dreaming of the sand

how it came to be
and then came to die
is a mystery to us all
one minute we're not
and then we're all that we got
can you hear the silent call

wheat is growing hard
in the golden sun
the grain is a giver
to everyone
under the sun

(chorus)
i am god
i am god
on a window sill
in a london fog
i am god
i am god
in the light of the night
in the hair of the dog 
i am god

your love is a river
your soul is a lake
your boat is leaking
but that's okay
let's swim today, all the way
we're already peaking

sunshine is a cousin of mine
the moon a sometime friend
i learned to love them both
the gaze of the rays
in all of our days
visions of our oaths

small millionaires
drive around in corvairs
throwing quarters to the mob
i kneel to the ground
there are bugs all around
i will be just another job 

wheat is growing hard
in the golden sun
the grain is a giver
to everyone under the sun

(chorus)
i am god
i am god
on a window sill
in a london fog
i am god, so are you
i am god, so are you
in the light of the night
in the hair of the dog 
i am god, so are you