"The Sounds of the Universe Coming in 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 percolatin' 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
And today roosting in sun-hot dream above the tree head
Of seas and meadow patch
Whilst tee kee kee purl
The birdies and ma mums mark and yululate
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 blood blut blut
Below the homestead deer
Red robins with saffron scarlet
Or orange rudd breasts make a racket
In the dry dead car-crashed tree Neil mentioned
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
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