Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

WTF?


we were born inside the shadow, born inside the night
we are also said to be in the silver shafts of light
someone else was certain
we arrived upon a train
the tracks of which have vanished in the mists that follow rain

does it really matter
the how and when and where?
is this really so profound
we ask it everywhere?
or is it just perfuctory
a place to mark a check
and what we're really asking
is what the hell and what the heck?



Monday, November 06, 2017

Sutherland


take a bullet in that cheek of yours
take another in your eyes
lasers made of lead and children's laughter
you can hear them in their cries

don't know what anyone can do
we have tried to stop the fires
men are coming at the break of dawn
dropping shrapnel on the choir

and I
blame you and I blame me
and I
drink deliverance from a jar
i cannot divine
i won't take the time
i won't deliver 
not a star

you're not very funny at the moment
your jokes are falling like rocks
all the bodies are limp in the pews
no applause to save the flocks

tell me, preacher, tell me
who is right and who is wrong?
the preacher's daughter in a pool of blood
i sit in darkness with a song

and I
blame you and I blame me
and I
drink deliverance from a jar
i cannot divine
i won't take the time
i won't deliver 
not a star