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 24, 2017

Stupid Sty

it fell upon the face of us
the people of the west
a mere annoyance, a trifle, thus
a pimple, a mere pest

true, it landed 'neath the brow
clouding visage to our eye
we hoped it would depart from us
this noxious yellow sty

compresses were applied on top
and held against the lid
to loosen up the purulence
so of this beast be rid

but this was not an ordinary
interloper in the night
once it landed, set up shop
and stayed quite out of spite

what is your beef? the nation cried
what is your chief complaint?
why will you not be quit of us?
be you sinner or a saint?

the sty was cagey, it did not stir
it uttered not a word
which is probably just as well
lest i write of singing turds

the sty is now the governor
and could be president
it could take our house from us
and charge us double rent

it all just goes to show us all
we should be gracious in our fate
if you've got a pimply eye
postpone important dates


Friday, January 13, 2017

Sale Pending

our backyard got really high this week:

i went outside to talk it down
but it laughed and went next door
i did not follow it

one day, when we sell the house
someone is going to ask
"where's the backyard?"
and i'll point at the neighbor's house
and scream horribly

fucking realtors