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love- and logicsongs listen 1. 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 2. santa clara clarita -- 01 february 2015 she lives in this house over there with dogs and wildflowers drags her wagon down the grocery store 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 3. home from fantastic voyage -- 12 may 2015 home from fantastic voyage same old rats same old cupboards just dusty 4. potato rainbow -- 15 august 2015 5. lorna -- 11 october 2015 6. 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 7. 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 8. 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 9. 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 10. William Blake - The Golden Net -- 2 april 2016 11. constant companion -- 5 april 2016 12. the trouble you make me do -- 11 april 2016 13. living in desert time -- 15 february 2015 and 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? brian brock november 2014 - october 2016 |