1. |
26Th California Ave.
05:52
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Held hostage in a nightmare
surrounded by debris
without a broom
barking flunkies with iron taunt him
they do not know that he is innocent
afraid, the television watches over
him… yesterday he was threatened
by a one-eyed monster
it wanted food and light conversation
but he gave it neither
night and day death hunts him
sanity has stiffed him, he is the
bad/good guy in an endless dramadie
I never believed that he could end
up here, forgotten by a hard-core
world and me, his alter ego
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2. |
MT-200 Road
03:09
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3. |
Ghost Farm
04:44
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4. |
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Oh, now they have closed the factory.
We do not work at the factory,
so we are lucky,
which means we do not have to be brave.
It is no good having to be brave
all the time. You’ll see. I see
those ones who do. In the evenings
they walk their snuffling mutt,
smoke slowly their cigarettes.
Watch the world, child,
it will teach you. See this is courage---
how he sets his steak-thick hand
to the small of her back,
how she bends and itches the ears
of that lucky, goddumb dog,
the way they breathe and their very breaths---
smoky, full of evening’s coming freeze---
seems too big for them to breathe.
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5. |
The old world is dying
05:38
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6. |
Riding the Ferris wheel
01:38
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7. |
Reckoning
07:33
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Wind in the blue cedars, the soap smell
of lupine giving way
to the bite of smoke and wet stone. Now crickets,
frogs, the first far
call of a coyote—
Today, I have walked many slow miles
up this creek, and caught
not one silver trout. So
while the last light goes on spilling
over the mountains,
I stand in the rank weeds,
gnats slamming my ears. There’s nothing
to be done for it.
I lean my pole against a pine,
wing my shirt over my head, pull off my boots
and pants.
All my dimpled skin a pink shock
in the coming dark,
I wade out into fast water.
Now, here,
on the backs of these cold ones, these brothers
of my own bones, the river stones,
I lay my whole self down:
let creek water stream
across my belly, my chest, my throat, on into the cathedral
of the nostrils:
it is no matter. There is breath
enough for rock and trout, lung and water,
blue cedar, smoke, and skin:
all these and more. The world is good.
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8. |
Tony’s song
02:55
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9. |
Icebreaker
04:29
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10. |
Un vent d’orage
04:23
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11. |
Flash Moon
05:33
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