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Brian Brock song lyrics

Ah the Ancient Way (2016)
Annika the anchorite mud man What is this road? in Yellowstone Park - The Hummingbirds and the Honeybees Invasion of Flowers Garden Path ice floe

love- and logicsongs (2016)
rare birds santa clara clarita home from fantastic voyage gillespie dam why is the origin of light so dark? it's like darkness living in desert time i'll speak to you someday restless dirt

I Fuck Your Heart (2017)
I Fuck Your Heart - Something Nice - I Wish I Left

Marsh Marigolds (2007)
Difficult Run Farm You're So Sure Why Death Valley Sit Down Gone Stay There's One Airplane In The Sky

Raised by Robots (2008)
Raised By Robots

Hail (2010)
Waiting For The Dust to Settle It's Rusty A Nut On A River Too Old For The Oldies Emily 35

Walleyed Snatcher (~2012)
I'm a Donkey-Donkey-Donk-Donk IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY Blown Over What's That Blue Light? Rockall Mother Word the Generous

Water Places (2014)
Hedge Maze Reverse-Binoculars Cesar Chavez Park (Good Flavors) I Watched A Grey Doggie Practical Man Burn Buffalo After Practice (Hammers Hit) Birds (for Smuckers) Easter Egg Hunting VCR 4-Square

Other Songs / Runaway Truck Ramp
Worried Blues Momma, I Didn't Grow Up To Be A Cowboy Freedom (Woody's Song) You've Got An Advocate Black Widow Spider Last Stop Turn Of The World Woollies


This should include most of the lyrics for songs since 2007 which I have followed as far as making a recording to share with other people, some odds and ends.


Raised By Robots

I was raised by robots
I didn't know I could think
by myself

I heard a little fuzz in my brain
and my pain began
and if I wouldn't ever light up
I'd feel better
What can I do?
You turn me on

Why must I
be stuck in this little chassis
by myself?

Electronic switching is my friend
I'll send a signal to the end
As my light emitting diodes flicker
I'll snicker
Static on my mind

I'll send my soul
Through that hole in the wall

Raised by robots
I didn't know I could think
of myself

There's One Airplane in the Sky

Live in the ground
with batteries and cans
grow bitter vegetables
in cactuses and sand

A rabbit and a dog
a carrot or a bone
throw a stick into the dark
or lose yourself in stone

There's three airplanes in the sky
There's three airplanes in the sky
They fly so very high
You can see them if you try

Asphalt and cement
stretched across the line
The magic marker man in black
in his yellow sign

Kick the pebble down
Watch it to the floor
"Rumours" on the radio
Driving to the store

There's two airplanes in the sky
There's two airplanes in the sky
They fly so very high
You can see them if you try

There's someone up there
up in the air
I'm waiting for her
in my rocking chair
Sitting on the porch

There's one airplane in the sky
There's one airplane in the sky
It flies so very high
You can see it if you try

(instrumental)

Sweep the dirt
Listen to the Clash (or "take the trash")
Smoke just one last cigarette
and hide your head in the trash (or "hide your hidden stash")

There's no airplanes in the sky
There's no airplanes in the sky
They fly so very high
You can see them if you try

Waiting for the Dust to Settle

Prometheus was tarred and feathered
for teaching us the ways of heaven
and though we never learn
he still has to burn
forever

Tied to a rock, alone
Thinking of home

He's waiting for the dust to settle
for someone else to test his mettle
and take a human form

Kid was on the road to ruin
til someone taught her how to do it
and now she's lying there
trying to feel scared
or foolish

Tied to a rock, alone

She's waiting for the dust to settle
a flower wasting paper petals
that the wind has torn

My tablecloth is cracked and brittle
from checkerboarded paradiddles
I'd rather hit a drum
and then instead of hum
you'd fiddle

Waiting for the dust to settle
a piece of rusting metal
sitting through a storm

Gone

I'm losing my mind again
It's already gone, gone gone gone

I want to know
what step to take
in a rustle of leaves
drip so slow

I'm losing my friends again
They're already gone, gone gone gone

I want to be
right next to you
in a bus in the park
drive so slow

I'm losing my hope again
It's already gone, gone gone gone

I want to find
a can of dimes
unrusted and clean


It's Rusty

It's rusty
but it'll still go
it's springs popping, cranks creaking, oil leaking
lamps all burnt out
It's rusty
but it'll still go

It's rusty
but it still flows
it's factory dumped, chemical spill, marshes dead,
dry fish don't swim anymore
It's rusty
but it still flows

It's rusty
but it's still that song you used to know
it's chords inverted, words misinterpreted
chorus melody sung in the verse
It's rusty
but it's still that song you know

People live together
People live together
People live together
People live together

Hedge Maze

Hedge maze
Crunch gravel
Laces untied
Smooth cement
Fingers in the holes

She smacked her boy
His lips curled open

Apple-pattern pleats
White socks, black shoes

But where am I?
My mother gone
Run, stop, turn, run

The sobbing boy
His mother's face
Frowns, looks, smiles,
Sends me home

Reverse-Binoculars

A truck in a meadow
Scoops dirt, wheels clack to the mound
Fingers bleed sometimes
Mother has some stuff

"No, I don't know where he is
I think he went to town"

"I like mustard"
Rug on the stairs, squish toes

Reverse-binoculars the magnolia tree

Cesar Chavez Park (Good Flavors)

A crust of Wonder wheat
crumbles off its slice
Ducks cross from lawn to pond
The heat waves

Choking pits can't reach
But stretch their smearing eyes
The rope that helps to understand
Enslaves

Scattered sons and daughters
Playing "Off to War"
Tell each other when to die
Or be saved

Drumbeats dim the water
With trumpets four and four
The bajo-sexto singer tries
To think of things to crave
...

Picnic table dwellers
Wait until the dark
To wash or fight or start to dream
Or misbehave

Ice-cream fortune-tellers
Push their glowing carts
Mumble nonsense in-between
Good flavors

This bench is getting old
And it's hard and my bones are cold

I Watched a Grey Doggie

I watched a grey doggie on the rockslide out back
of the cabin yesterday when you wanted to pack
It was still as the sculptures you make when we're home
It whistled and whimpered like it was left alone

Oh Father the wind sounded like someone sighing
Why oh why why-o was that coyote crying

That grey doggie turned its nose to the dust
coming over the ridge, where you taught me to trust
It followed the path that you told me you made
It paced and it pawed like it felt afraid

Oh Father the shadows stretched out like people falling
Who oh who who-o was that coyote calling

Booo-yip! Booo-yip! Booo...

That doggie layed down sillouhetted in blue
on the spot where you told me what little you knew
It faded to darkness scattered with stars
It sparkled and sputtered like it came from afar

Oh Father the moon rose up like people hoping
Where oh where where-o is that coyote loping
And why oh why why-o is that coyote crying

Booo-yip. Booo-yip.

I watched a grey doggie on the rockslide out back.

Freedom (Woody's Song)

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

I'm so sick of this cage
I can't stand the smell
And if one more dog barks

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

I'm so sick of these walks
I know it all too well
And if they pull my chain once more
Something is bound to snap before
We get back to that cage

I'm going to run
And if I have to starve to death
It wasn't living anyway
Change my name
And if no one can call me
I'll never have to come again

No one to call me
I'm out here alone
No one who knows to call that one-time name

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Practical Man

as you pulled away (or "drove away")
that dog we thought we heard dying
must have woken up
I heard it moan
and crows hovered
above the spot
caw caw caw caw
caw caw-caw
they spoke of practical matters

I thought of you
I am not a practical man

You might not love me anymore
But I'll keep believing until I know for sure

You've Got an Advocate

A baby boy on a hayride
Seven spokes on a rutted road
Shake a box of butterflies
Watch the leaves turn gold

Ten toes
Tip toe on the wagon
Let go
Fall
Fall

You've got an advocate

A white shirt on a bicycle
Backpack drags paper to burn
Follow John as he cracks his wheel
You take your turn

Go high
You fly off the sidewalk
Let go
Fall
Fall

You've got an advocate

A blank face on a riverboat
Half-heard phrases rise from the wake
Stare into the splash and flow
Take a step down
Take a step down
Take a step down

You've got an advocate


Death Valley

Stumble down rocks and block
The sun from your eyes like I do
White spiny plants slow-dance
A rain-dance but can't call the dew

Gravel, burnt tracks, and paint cracks
Borax, beryllium and lead
The needle which inches toward H
Eyelids, dry tongue, and slow head

Don't know where the road goes
and I'm out of gas
Overheating, engine leaking
and lost in the past
I've got a new place to be
Under what was once the sea
I'll set my bones to dry
and settle in the stones and sky
...

Lake turns to puddle and pond
Leaf goes brittle and black
Rabbits all run from the sun
A grasshopper stranded on salt-flats


A Nut on a River

A nut on a river
Floating downstream
Somehow can still plant its seed

I believe you believe in me

A fish on dry land
Making that sound they make
Still tries to swim to the sea

I have hope you have hope in me

Chop it down
Burn it up
Burn it down
Chop it up

Sit Down

Sit down in my arm chair I sink
thinking of when
we stayed up all night long
It was grey
as the rocks where we hid from the wind

Dreaming of you dreaming of me
and the wind
whines like a dog at the door
but we won't
let it in

Close your eyes and we'll be back home
Make a fire
you and I alone
but I wake up to the phone

wake up to the phone
your voice is sweet and warm
but it's a cold clear dial tone
I thought I heard the phone

Lost inside your head I wander lost in the clear
would you care
Lost you found me just sitting there
sit and stare

Close your eyes
close close
Close your eyes

I wake up to the phone
I wake up to the phone


Difficult Run Farm

Wrinkle your nose, your eyes stay closed, eat anyway
Hold your tongue and cry
Grass and grains and gasoline
A one-lane bridge on a two-way road

Difficult run
Difficult Run Farm

Your best friend Fred whose dad is dead came yesterday
Hide and watch him cry
Trash and trains and trampolines
A burnt-out car makes a kick and a snare

Difficult run
Difficult Run Farm

Daddy set our things on fire
Momma watched the flames grow higher
Daddy set our things on fire

Standing in the stinging nettles with bare feet
No one hears you cry
Blessed and blamed and in-between
Attack the trees with a broken branch

Difficult run
Difficult Run Farm

You're So Sure

You're so sure
where to go now
I love to follow
when you
tug on
my collar

I know you won't leave me
because you want to teach me
but you're gone

So I wait by the window
and I whine hoping you'll know

You're so sure
where to go now
I love to follow
when you
tug on
my collar

I know you won't leave me
because you want to teach me
but you're gone

You come back
and I'm sure
you're my girl
say my name
tell me I'm
your puppy now


Too Old for the Oldies

They used to drive with the radio on listening to their youth
That fat man in the big belt buckle singing the white man's rhythm and blues
They tried to place his name while they sang the tune
but they're too old for the oldies anymore

It happened just last Christmas Day driving home from church
She reached out to turn the knob, but his hand was first
They turned it on together, and had to learn the worst
that they're too old for the oldies anymore

The station identification still said W - O - L - D
But what fun is a disco drum when you like Buddy Holly?
It was at that very moment that they felt elderly
They're too old for the oldies anymore

They still remember when they stole her momma's fresh baked buns
Took his poppa's pickup truck and drove around for fun
The Times They Are A Changin' had just hit number one
and they're too old for the oldies anymore

They pull into their driveway, she says "tell you what we'll do
Just you go and get your guitar, and we'll sing the rhythm and blues
I'll remember the words, and you keep track of the tune
We're not too old for the oldies anymore
Too old for the oldies any more
We're not too old for the oldies anymore."


Emily 35

Emily, you'll be fine
You'll be fine
You'll be fine

Carry on, in this life
Things are made
And unmade
You'll be fine

If you want anything
It's all right
It's all right
If you need anything
Just ask
It's all right
You'll be fine
Emily

Bodies are broken
While hearts are reborn
If you love anyone
You'll be fine
You'll be fine
I love you Emily
Actually it's easy
You'll be fine
Emily

Happy Birthday
Time is a monster
Who lets us go on
If we wait long enough
We'll be fine
We'll be fine
If we stay calm enough
Actually it's easy
We'll be fine
Emily

What comes next?
No one knows yet
Once in a while
We make sense of each other
If we think hard enough
We'll be fine
We'll be fine
If we think hard enough
We'll be fine
We'll be fine
We'll be fine
We'll be fine


Why

Why don't you tell someone about it?
Why do you hide your special knowledge?

You know the budding flower
You know the broad daylight
When it's only morning
What is a step for one?
How many days will do?
With or without a warning?

(Everything starts to get so fucked up, everything (rpt))
(or nothing, nothing, nothing, everything (4 lines))

Why don't you tell someone about it?
Why do you hide your special knowledge?

You gave a blanking stare
You gave a little smile
Came back with a question
How many eyes are you?
Look up. What is a step
For one, the one you just stepped on?

(Everything starts to get so fucked up, everything (rpt))

Why do you hide your special knowledge?
Why don't you tell someone about it?

Water begins to whine
Faith is a question's line
And turns wine into water
and everything.


Stay

Stay
Just a little bit longer
Why don't you stay Til your will's a bit stronger
Stay here and dream
Future good will arrive soon

Everything's gonna be all right
Now
Now that you're back
We'll forget your failed flight
This time
This time
This time you're back

Stay here today
Cos it's only one more day
Stay here today
Cos tomorrow is your day
Stay here and dream
Future good will arrive soon

Everything's gonna be all right
Now
Now that you're back
We'll forget your failed flight
This time
This time
This time you're back

Stay here today
Every day is a new one
Stay here today
Watch the weeks roll into one
Stay here and stay


Worried Blues

I got the worried blues
I got the worried blues
I got the worried blues
I'm going where I've never been before
I'm going where I've never been before

Got those can't sleep at night blues
Got those can't sleep at night blues
Got those can't sleep at night blues
I'm going where I've never been before
I'm going where I've never been before

Honey don't you leave me now
Honey don't you leave me now
Honey don't you leave me now
I'm going where I've never been before
I'm going where I've never been before

I got the worried blues
I got the worried blues
I got the worried blues
I'm going where I've never been before
I'm going where I've never been before



Buffalo Commons

Burnt stone shell of a store on Carson Street
Arms stretched out, elbows hold against the wind and sun
Rain pools
Tattered paper cartons float with rusted cans

Carved wood crossed on the broken windowsill
Bright sharp shards reflecting something stopping up the door

A buffalo with shoulders wedged
Eyes wide
Watching the wind and weeds and telephone wires in the street

Stuck like a funny postcard from a bad place
Will concentrated in work


Splinters and pebbles and dust
and an illegible sign

That building falls down


Fire rises
Catches on a pile of papers on a faded desk

The prairies will burn
The prairies will burn
The buffalo burn
The prairies will burn




After Practice She Turns the Page

After practice she turns the page
It doesn't look too hard
Nina picks the two parts out
Slow and an old soul opens

Sees her face in mirror black finish
With bones and arms and hands
A draft of harmonizing thoughts
Hammers hit, strings sparkle

Deerhoof-beaten meadow beds
Laid simple in the dark
The old grey hart lulls trembling fawn
To the drawn-on dawn unbroken

A still-in-winter willow-spray
Crackles in the wind
Sunstruck frozen catkins flare
Hammers hit, strings sparkle


Teacher tries to look away
But still the charm abides
The contrapuntal screws have set
Like stars bolt sky to ocean

We stand outside the shaking house
Watch for it to fall
While Nina picks the two parts out
Hammers hit, strings sparkle




Birds (for Smuckers)

I love birds.

Yes, they can fly,
have hollow bones
and there's birdsong.

Yes, they flock and migrate,
come to feeders,
Penguins waddle.

I love birds

I know some doves.
They live with us
in roof angles,
in three families:

East, they hide
black, blinking eyes;

the middle ones watch,
leap and play hurt
when we get near,
to screen the nest;

West, it's just sticks in a heap,
and we watch their fallen babies die, and we
sweep up the debris.

(I love birds)



The Last Stop

As the screech rings
stop it with fingers in ears
the glass dims
watch the world disappear
eyes shine
under the electric light

No thank you sir or maam
I don't think they can
make me get off until the
last stop tonight

The straw-hatted wheelchair man sitting under the yellow flower trees
There he is again
One time I saw someone push him up and leave him she
looked like she needed a friend
I got off at the next stop and walked back and looked for her
there
The old man said little boy are you my son? For I have no
other children I know
The wind blew the flowers in a pattern I know now is only the shine on the
glass

The last stop
hide body under the seat
the orange glow
flickers dark in the street
crawl out
the busses creak down in the
cool of the night


Black Widow Spider

Father and Son at cross purposes
Mother's on the run cursing both little boys
I'm outside in the well-house by myself
Singing simple songs all alone

Black Widow Spider
Why do you hide?
Rest on my finger
Black Widow Spider
You're mine

Brother and Dad still drink all the time
Get out wander down the county line
Darkness falls, the stars shine cold
Sleep in some dead guy's ruined home

Black Widow Spider
Why do you hide?
Rest on my finger
Black Widow Spider
You're mine

We can go up by ourselves
Somewhere way up high
Or deep down in the deepest well
Black Widow Spider
and I


Momma, I Didn't Grow Up To Be A Cowboy

Momma, I Didn't Grow Up to be a Cowboy
Still right here
in our old home in Arkansas
All my memories come from books
They're getting clearer every day
The things I never saw
but Momma, I Didn't Grow Up to be a Cowboy like Pa.

That old man whose boots
Barely touched the dirt
Eyes like pools in the desert
He'd say his horse was hurt
He was such a bastard
When he made you cry
Even so I blame myself
For wishing he would die

Momma, I Didn't Grow Up to be a Cowboy
I never broke no horse
but I volunteer at the dog pound
All my thoughts go into books
They're getting better every day
Like a schoolyard lost and found
Oh Momma, I'm no cowboy,
But I still hope to make you proud.
(or My shoes are on the ground)


Turn Of The World

"Do not disturb my circles"
the sand-reckoner says sternly (or "commands")
as the sword comes down,
who was cutting up grains
to watch rearrange
into a square.

Oh
I feel
the turn of the world

"The great god Pan is dead"
a sea-spray voice shouts out as the ship sails on.
Yet the oracle trusts
in her travertine crusted
three-legged chair.

Oh
I feel
the turn of the world

"The paradox is the passion of faith" (or "of thought")
the leaflet-man cries out through the murmuring crowd.
If we could just read him
we'd see back to Eden
in his apple-seed stare.

Oh
I feel
the turn of the world


Woollies

When the woolly the woolly the woolly ones come home (repeat)

The ground stopped its rattle
The trees their fall
Tigers slept til afternoon
And we heard the call

To follow, to follow
The woollies to their home
Lest the darkness settle on
The woollies all alone

When the woolly the woolly the woolly ones come home


Easter Egg Hunting

Easter Egg Hunting
In the half-melt snow with boots on
In the green, brown, and blue, the colors peek through
The white snow makes them glow

And I know it's no rabbit
Last year I found one in May
Speckled and resting on a leaf pile
Left unhid and undyed

That egg never hatched, no no
I put it in your garden
But I saw a speckled bird today
And I guess that speckled birds lay speckled eggs in May

Easter Egg Hunting


One Fine Morning

One Fine Morning
Does' eyes glint wet
It's yours
It's handed down
Whether your sore soles feel like walking
Sticks and mud

This house will fall one day
The sky's alive with dragons
They're lost
Looking for home
Dragging old bodies through the marshes
Their scales and bones are everywhere

Rest for a while
Grass in driveway cracks
Hills burning in the evening light

No talk now, the table clatters
Like fireflies echo stars
It's time
Creak creaking stairs
No she's not here No she's not here
Just close your eyes and open them


VCR 4-Square

VCR 4-Square on the blacktop
Fielded teams chant we won
We won, at the bell mobbing

Uphill victory marches
Conflict ebbed into one "We Won" offered to the future

Still on pause, marching
The big team chanting
Winning into itself

Captain Chugger lied
Head hollowing, "he lied"
Yet mothers acquainting

Canvas stink pitched backyards
Chugger frowned, pretended sickness
The dark lonely quiet

A stretched moment with Mrs. Hardtke
School, summer, swim meets
The "he lied" still echoing


It's Dark

It's dark
pondlets slip and lap
what's this cricket chorus
singing in my sleep?
what's that starlight
leaping from the lake?
wet fingers

lappy liminal skinlicks
muck-foot weed-floor
float-sink under-drift
turning toward the sky
who's that old one
hiding in the heavens?
peering out from the empty circle



I Fuck Your Heart

Regina Don’t touch me
Don’t have touched me
I am a flower
I fuck your heart
Petals, nape, and knee I stir your pretty blossom pollen

Regina
I fuck your flower heart
Don’t touch me

Endless fields of white snow cotton
Dandelion down hover, sleepy daymoths
Pups and chicks at play upon the prairie
The babybells ring the evening light

Regina Don’t touch me
Don’t have touched me
I am a flower
I fuck your heart


Something Nice

something nice would be to go for a drive
roll along the old highway talking
just being glad to be being alive
get out now and then and take the dogs walking

we could find out where the canyon narrows
set up camp somewhere not too windy
let behind oh all our care-os
that would be something nice for you and me

just like when we were still friends
in those days that were never going to end

something nice would've been to go for a drive
just being glad to be being alive



How Sweet I Roamed by William Blake

HOW sweet 1 I roam’d from field to field
And tasted all the summer’s pride,
Till I the Prince of Love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He show’d me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.


I Wish I Left When We Were Happy

I wish I left when we were happy
Let the love shed off like rain
Seen a light in thunder clapping
A heat in forests up in flames

When your soft lilt and mine rejoiced
I could have cut the cord and fled
To listen to the nightingale's voice
Singing in a cottonflower bed

But if I left when grass was greener
You'd be the one who's feeling blue
And I would never make you miserable
Though I hoped the same from you

We fit our fleeting souls together for a while
Like two parting lips of a bittersweet smile
A tender feeling like a song from up above
I wish I left when we were in love

I wish I left when we were happy
Then I'd be out there in the cold
As it is I'm sitting sadly
No particular place to go

I wish I left when we were happy



Ah the Ancient Way



Annika the anchorite


Annika the anchorite spoke atop the stump to a conference of forest creatures.

"I am not of the wild, oh ye dank and heaving. Bound to my culture, a cripple sucked to many teats, I live in metaphor."

She wavered as the circling treetops let stars come pouring in. An elegant doe trod lightly in to dance with her.

"Comprehensive understanding of medicine is my flesh, a delicate soft vision my family."

She pleaded til morning rose when no more a pious simpleton sang throatily into the noise of beak and fang over foot and wing, no. In her place, with eyes quick but cloudy, a squirrel shook its body twice before carried away by force of assembled spirits.

The woods are empty now except for me, slow to grasp the absence of the place, settled on a stump in flickering sunrise through the trees again.



mud man


two tender children unattended
walk in sunshine after rain
the puddle-mud is thick as silver
upon your face a second skin

I'm a mud man
you're a mud man, too
let the mud man see himself

one reflective skin between us all
see yourself in myself seeing you

I'm a mud man
you're a mud man, too
let the mud man see himself



What is this road?


You walk into the soles of your shoes through tree tunnels touching unwanted, clearing to find the old stone circle cracking in frozen rain, druids long since wandered into mental burdens. Drop pack heavy outside the ring, sky smeared the ancient way, now get the cup and dagger.

Weakly when the night ends wander home, path brightly under cloud of fireflies, slip into the silence of your heart, stumbling in the unrhythming of love sonnets forgottening.



in Yellowstone Park

in Yellowstone Park a dog saw a hot spring
thought it a pool to play in

the woman he was with leapt in after him
into the deep blue boiling pool

and as their motor-functioning began to break down
he must have faded to an image looking back up to her
through the clear and the darkening pool, the Question in his eyes

I have found something here
Shall we look at it together?



The Hummingbirds and the Honeybees


The Hummingbirds and the Honeybees

The Honeybirds and the Hummingbees and the sand swirls all round

An entire day passes

What reason, within, judges me against my will?

Trap of wonder tightly drawn around the world

Skymachines bony-finger Cupid’s cuddle clouds

This unpopulated tract of unkempt scrub makes a maltreated hideout for many a loosed miscontent I’m sure



Invasion of Flowers

Sit in the burnt remnant smoldering
Flamethirsty crumbling unencumbered

The days and ashes shuffle in the wind
What's that hanging from a limb across the way?

The patterns of the people last
In colors through the char
The way they used to laugh
Rushes waving in the yard

Gaze fondly at the weapon in your hand
A piece of steel bent to an ungainly shape by the fire
The wreck of lives etching its inscription
Now, see flower-vine tendrils spiral forth
Petals reckoning through the rubble

Twine the person in this pedestal
Endless flower fascination
Let color be unsteadfast
Shine past imagination



Garden Path

It was raining up above the trees and ghost-making mist moved in clumps over shivering hollows of us lost but never wanting to go home where all the colors are unvariegated and all the wood unmossed.

There was a cave down below the trees and rocks for tables rested easily on a dirt floor we pawed lightly in the unmistakable moment of friendship as the night drew in around the stars.




ice floe

in these times
we are lost
like rabbits on an ice floe

we are lost
in this time
like rabbits
on an ice floe
and we don't know
that it is cold
and the water does flow

we are lost
like rabbits
swimming in
the gulf of mexico

looking for
that line of the shore
where they might live again


The Smile by William Blake

There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet

And there is a Frown of Hate
And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain

For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone
And no Smile that ever was smild
But only one Smile alone

That betwixt the Cradle & Grave
It only once Smild can be
But when it once is Smild
There's an end to all Misery


love- and logicsongs


rare birds -- 22 november 2014

ice cracks cross the window into your home
turned pale orange flickering the eyes on the wall
birdsong stuck in summer

put things away
touch each one
warm in the drawer

love is not a common thing
rare birds set down on a branch one day
sing quiet with one voice

coals drift into themselves
let them settle down
settle down
settle down


santa clara clarita -- 01 february 2015

she lives in this house over there
with dogs and wildflowers
drags her wagon down the grocery street
she knows noone but herself, and she's not telling

he sits on the bench with his pencil scratch scratch scratch
words like irons' hot steam
watch the world wheeling by
watch the world rattle by

today is her birthday, she's got her apple dress on
there's a lilt in her step, and no wagon
it's his birthday too, he's got his apple dress on
leaning back with eyes shut


home from fantastic voyage -- 12 may 2015

home from fantastic voyage
same old rats
same old cupboards
just dusty


gillespie dam -- 22 february 2016

washed out, gillespie dam stands hulking
arching concrete scrawled with charred branches
i'll protect this place, fight dogs and desperadoes
since my friends, it seems, all fear me


why is the origin of light so dark? -- 27 february 2016

i consider a tree
lightning too
run tree run
i love you
here comes the sun
grow tree grow
you soon will die
i soon will know

why do we try
to live alone?
oh hollow tree
make you my home


it's like darkness -- 11 march 2016

it's like darkness in the windows hanging on the wall of your childhood home
darkness in blinking eyes
darkness in a sky that was light just an hour ago
words hanging in air hanging in space hanging in time
i feel out there when i reach my hands out
i feel it's like cotton and thunder and wavering eyes
it's like darkness in the rut of a wagon wheel on an old old trail going where no no wheel's rolling on
it's like darkness


i'll speak to you someday - restless dirt -- 18 march 2016

I'll speak to you someday in mountain air
with morning-gilded snow-tipt overseers
you are the home of my heart that beaten unbeaten beating thing
I carry like a lantern whose beam I followed there
whose dark I must ignore

these trees the golden fading into green
swaying wind-whisped cracking count the years
when the words come, will they say
the weak and whining plaintive pleading loneliness
of leaves left crackling into dust on the fading forest floor?

the golden sun carressing crags returns
wistful roots of stone let go their fears
your silence is the silence of the dead
the never-born the deep and undisturbed
unhearing hidden hot and heaving earth of person in its core

thunder cut my night-time reverie
bewet my fire with lightning cold and tears

-
the restless dirt and ache of matted fur
entanglements with life's past forest floors
sedimented choices taken when unsure
dark and vanishing hallway of unopened doors

William Blake - The Golden Net
Three Virgins at the break of day
Whither young Man whither away
Alas for woe! alas for woe!
They cry & tears for ever flow
The one was Clothd in flames of fire The other Clothd in iron wire The other Clothd in tears & sighs Dazling bright before my Eyes
They bore a Net of Golden twine
To hang upon the Branches fine Pitying I wept to see the woe That Love & Beauty undergo
To be consumd in burning Fires
And in ungratified Desires
And in tears clothd Night & day Melted all my Soul away
When they saw my Tears a Smile
That did Heaven itself beguile
Bore the Golden Net aloft
As on downy Pinions soft Over the Morning of my Day Underneath the Net I stray
Now intreating Burning Fire Now intreating Iron Wire Now intreating Tears & Sighs O when will the morning rise"
living in desert time -- 6 october 2016

color-faded cactus flowers scatter, creek-water rock-ripples shine
earth armor ridges beckon, make a heart-weak cripple climb
jumping cholla touches dog-paw, hear her aching miserable crying
hackberry sunset, limping home in shaky triple time

freeway brake lights blinding, just another vehicle fire
downtown people dress up, fess up, just another tricky liar
I trust my true love that she loves me, the rest are fickle mimes
edge of asphalt edge of gravel, walk the dark dark miracle mile

I'll believe into the superstitions, an honest friend was never mine
the stars don't twinkle with my eyes shut, they strike a pleasant chime
I held a piece of wind once, and within a feather flying
I can't count the hours for years, I'm living in desert time


half-dead junipers hold the hillside, nighttime dies that day survives
up scree scrambling stay in place, kick up dust in paradise
I found a flower in an empty puddle, a sad face with caring eyes
across the holler 'yotees howl, the all-consumed-with-daring die

mother nature doesn't hear me, caught up in mumbled nursery rhymes
too young to notice a cool stare, too old to watch for worsening times
the dead or dying quicken prayerful, hope to be the first in line
the roads are flooded, drown the engine, walk back rainstorm blurring eyes

blood of Christ electric pain, the heart can't lift a heavy mind
sky collapses into dust, God almighty weather fine
the wind can't wait for the weak, oh well it's just when heaven sighs
preachers stay up wakeful, fearful, I'm living in desert time


death-holy desert holly wavers, sharp and dry and bleak and white
Eureka dunes drone aching tunes, singing sinking ankle high
Joshua knows the joke's on him, still waits as winter takes its time
feetprint 'roo rats prowl the lowlands, ogres roam the Racetrack Playa

Badwater road as straight as hell, killer turn every eighty miles
hot dog spinach wonderbread, Do Say Think and Make me try
a taste can end a week of fasting, a life of love in a day denied
epiphanies are disasters, all sacred revelations die

what if the wilderness never leaves? what if heartbreak never hides?
what of old wives lost wandering in grief? what if evil men survive?
what of the searching eyes which without trying mesmerize?
what if I'm not of this world? what if I'm living in desert time?


Bewildered

A feather floating erratically in an eddy
Catches quill on pebble
Now the feathers of the feather lift
A wave a wave a wave away

I feel bewildered
This paradise is inequipmental
Water rises from the well

A berry branch bobbing laden in the wind
Hover up and down in time
A berrybird bobs the bobbing berries
A wave a wave a wave away

I feel bewildered
This paradise is inequipmental
Water rises then it fell

Starlight sky wound up unspringing
High desert savanna pines below
Epicyclic slipping circle of the sun
A day a day a day away

I feel bewildered
This paradise is inequipmental
Why it rises, who can tell?



I'm a Donkey-Donkey-Donk-Donk

I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk

Why don't you try to
You know that you want to
Try to ride on me
I'm a Donkey!

I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk

I got my teeth and I got my buck
2 rabbit ears to bring us luck
I'm a Donkey!

I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a donkey

I'm a slack-jawed hee-haw
I yodel yokel jokes while I waddle down the road
A load of lard saddled
I see salad, stop, sally sideways
Eat green treats til the mean seat beats
Buck my rear, rear my buck-teeth
Bite a knee
Feel the whip and it's skip along
To a new grassy patch

I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk
I'm a Donkey-donkey-donk-donk



IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY

From a bug on a beach,
Toad, frog, and leech,
Pigs, ponies, and
Alligators to you!

Laying eggs in the sun
Little chickens to come
Eukaryotes and prokaryotes
10,000,000,000 years
IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY

Mother and Dad
Had a baby so glad
Generations
All leading up to you

Make an axe out of stone
Cut a notch in a bone
Australopithecus, Neanderthal
10,000,000,000 years
IT IS YOUR BIRHTDAY

Geometry
Gives us a line AB
Make a circle
Make a candle
To wish you a happy day

IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY
It's my birthday too
I'm going to do just what I want to
Just like you



Blown Over

a bastard with classless plastic
a has-been with massive taxes
eating tripe on a snail-mail trail with asthma attackers
fortune-500 allergy plasters
amoxicillin warehouse trackers
short them by funding bank-teller hackers
look for a box of atticked beanie-babies
spread the jury's jelly and give them all rabies
jailhouse stoogeless rocking-chair races
tin-can drip-dry sleep-at-night places
BLOWN OVER
fun while it lasted ask a do-over
little red rover told goldilocks to go home
princess penelope sits in the whisky
forested frisky fauna won't whisper
yelling at night til cover your ears
hearing your fellows might confirm your fears
BLOWN OVER



What's that Blue Light?

What's that blue light, and the black lines on the wing?
It's the ocean and the sky, and the birds trying to sing.

What's that purple light, and the big grey circle?
It's the ocean and sky, and I guess that thing's a turtle.

What's that black light, and the little white dots?
It's the ocean and sky, and the stars.

What's that purple light, and the big ball of fire?



Rockall

Sitting in the sea of North Atlantic
Fishers and fishees all feel so frantic
United Nations law of the sea
Clang clang clang for the land of the free

It's a super scary skerry full of shriek and skirl
Phantom island rising at the end of the world
Volcanic neck of Helen bringing sorrow
Crash the waves singing Rockabarra

Rockall!

Fulmars, gannets, and kittiwakes
Rest in summertime for the brave
Hydrocarbonic cold seep
For sea-snails, clams, and worms to sleep

Spanish, French, both were killed there
In Martin Martin's voyage to Kilda
Rocks which cannot sustain a life
Shall have no continental shelf

Rockall!



Mother Word the Generous

time is very long and very short

the stick-man sits on his whispered cloud
eaglets nested softly peep their pudding
mama hears
stick-man sends strikes of lightning

we pretty babies sit and contemplate
the pain of life’s bright fire
mother word the generous
hovers beaky-speaking through our hearts

in time