Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, November 29, 2014

A lovely bit of darkness hence


dens, caves
wombs

wolves, bears
mother

entrance, exit
stage

the dark hollows
are frightening
in their familiarity

once you return to the void

howling, growling
lament

***

Sunday, November 16, 2014

The Mergitroids


something was here, women are wondering
someone is lost, not at all shocking, that
i am a voice
wait for the epilogue

i walk the boards
off to the mergitroids
how can anyone
play with the world
and not get tired?

epilogue:

***

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Gallery, bitches!

i can't write on a full stomach
with my belly hanging over my legs
like a drunken dirigible

instead i will put a drill in my nose
and hang art in my sinuses

when i sneeze
god erupts

the wine is only fair

***

Thursday, November 06, 2014

The Exchange of Gasses


We have plants in our home, and our job is to keep the plants alive, for as long as possible.  

We have pets in our home, and our job is to keep our pets alive and healthy, for as long as possible.  

We have relationships, friendships, lovers, family: we keep our connections alive as long as possible, until we fall down and are no more.  

To say that we are treading water is not quite right--that has a sort of desperate quality that being alive surpasses, but the idea of staying afloat is very near the mark.  

We are trying to control our own gravity, our own entropy, our own demise, but we can't control it; we can only pay attention to our breathing, to our spinning wheels, for as long as it takes us to exhale.  

Water the plants, love the pets, be good to each other--remember to breathe, but revel in your exhaling!  

That's the air of the world leaving your body, altered by the experience.  Oxygen battered into carbon dioxide--a fine way to treat a guest!