The Sounds of the Universe Coming Through My Window
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The Mill Valley trees, the pines with green mint look
And there's a tangled eucalyptus hulk stick
Fallen through the late sunlight tangle of those needles
Hanging from it like a live wire connecting it to the ground
Just below, the notches where little Fred
Sought to fell the sad pine, not bleeding much
Just a lot of crystal sap the ants are mining in
Motionless like cows on the grass
So they must be aphids percolating up with steam
To store provender in their bottomless bellies
That for all I know are bigger than the bellies
Of the universe beyond
The little tragic windy cottages
On the high last city ward hill
Today roosting in sun-hot dream
Above the tree head of seas and meadow patch
Whilst tee kee kee purl the birdies and mumums
Mark and ululate moodily
In this valley of peaceful firewood
In stacks that make you think of Oregon
In the morning in 1928
When Back was home on the range lake
And his hunting knife threw away
And went to sit among the ponderosa pines
To think about love, his girl's bare bodice
Like a fennel seed, the navel in her milk bun
Shorty McGonagle and Roger Nolte
Held up the Boston bank and murdered a girl in these old woods
And next you saw the steely green iron photograph
In True Detective, showing black blotches
In the black blotch running culvert
By the dirty roadside, not Oregon at all
Or Jim Back so happy with his mouth
A blade of grass depending
Hummingbird hums hello, bugs race and swoop
Two ants hurry to catch up with lonely Joe
The tree above me is like a woman's thigh
Smooth eucalyptus bumps and muscle swells
I would I were a weed a week would leave
Why was the rat mixed up in the sun?
Because Bodhidharma came from the west
With dark eyebrows and China had a mountain wall
And mists get lost above the Yangtze gorge
And this is a mysterious yak
The bird makes yick, wowf wow wot sings the dog
Blut blut blut below the homestead deer
Red robins with saffron scarlet
Or orange-rut breasts make a racket
In the dry dead car-crashed tree Neil mentioned
It went off the road into eucalyptus
And it's all busting out
Indicating the prune blossoms
And Bodhidharma came from the India west
To seek converts to his wall-gazing
Ended up with Zen magic monks mopping each other
And one and all and other
In mud koan puddles to prove the crystal void
Wow