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    Collected Poems 1947-1997

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      Soul brightness under blue sky

      Assembled before White House filled with mustached Germans

      & police buttons, army telephones, CIA Buzzers, FBI bugs

      Secret Service walkie-talkies, Intercom squawkers to Narco

      Fuzz & Florida Mafia Real Estate Speculators.

      One hundred thousand bodies naked before an Iron Robot

      Nixon’s brain Presidential cranium case spying thru binoculars

      from the Paranoia Smog Factory’s East Wing.

      May 9, 1970

      Ecologue

      In a thousand years, if there’s History

      America’ll be remembered as a nasty little Country

      full of Pricks, thorny hothouse rose

      Cultivated by the Yellow Gardeners.

      “Chairman Mao” for all his politics, head of a Billion

      folk, important old & huge

      Nixon a dude, specialized on his industrial

      Island, a clean paranoiac Mechanic—

      Earth rolling round, epics on archaic tongues

      fishermen telling island tales—

      all autos rusted away,

      trees everywhere.

      •

      Rough Wind roar, mapletop mass

      shaking in window,

      a panic Cry from the garden

      Bessie Cow’s loose near the Corn!

      The little dakini playing her bells

      & listening to late baritone Dylan

      dancing in the living room’s forgot almost

      th’electric supply’s vanishing

      from the batteries in the pasture.

      Chairs shifting downstairs, kitchen voices

      Smell of apples & tomatoes bubbling on the stove.

      Behind the Chicken house, dirt flies from the shovel

      hour after hour, tomorrow they’ll be a big hole.

      The editor sleeps in his bed, morning Chores are done,

      Clock hands move noonward, pig roots by flagstone

      pathways, papers & letters lie quiet

      on many desks.

      Books everywhere, Kabbalah, Gnostic Fragments, Mahanirvana & Hevajra Tantras, Boehme Blake & Zohar, Gita & Soma Veda, somebody reads—one cooks, another digs a pighouse foundation, one chases a Cow from the vegetable garden, one dances and sings, one writes in a notebook, one plays with the ducks, one never speaks, one picks the guitar, one moves huge rocks.

      The wind charger’s propeller

      whirs & trees rise windy

      one maple at woods edge’s turned red.

      Chickens bathe in dust at the house wall,

      rabbit at fence bends his nose to a handful of Cornsilk,

      fly lights on windowsill.

      At the end of a long chain, Billy makes a Circle in grass

      by the fence, I approach

      he stands still with long red stick

      stretched throbbing between hind legs

      Spurts water a minute, turns his head down

      to look & lick his thin pee squirt—

      That’s why he smells goat like.

      Horse by barbed wire licking salt,

      lifts his long head & neighs

      as I go down by willow thicket

      to find the 3-day-old heifer.

      At bed in long grass, wet brown fur—

      her mother stands, nose covered with a hundred flies.

      The well’s filled up—

      the Cast-iron ram

      that pushes water uphill

      by hydraulic pressure

      flowed from gravity

      Can be set to motion soon,

      & water flow in kitchen sink tap.

      some nights in sleeping bag

      Cricket zinging networks dewy meadows,

      white stars sparkle across black sky,

      falling asleep I listen & watch

      till eyes close, and wake silent—

      at 4 A.M. the whole sky’s moved,

      a Crescent moon lamps up the woods.

      & last week one Chill night

      summer disappeared—

      little apples in old trees red,

      tomatoes red & green on vines,

      green squash huge under leafspread,

      corn thick in light green husks,

      sleepingbag wet with dawn dews

      & that one tree red at woods’ edge!

      Louder wind! ther’ll be electric to play the Beatles!

      At summer’s end the white pig got so fat

      it weighed more than Georgia

      Ray Bremser’s 3-year-old baby.

      Scratch her named Dont Bite Me under hind leg,

      she flops over on her side sweetly grunting,

      nosing in grass tuft roots, soft belly warm.

      Eldridge Cleaver exiled w/ bodyguards in Algiers

      Leary sleeping in an iron cell,

      John Sinclair a year jailed in Marquette

      Each day’s paper more violent—

      War outright shameless bombs

      Indochina to Minneapolis—

      a knot in my belly to read between lines,

      lies, beatings in jail—

      Short breath on the couch—

      desolation at dawn in bed—

      Wash dishes in the sink, drink tea, boil an egg—

      brood over Cities’ suffering millions two

      hundred miles away

      down the oilslicked, germ-Chemicaled

      Hudson river.

      Ed Hermit comes down hill

      breaks off a maple branch

      & offers fresh green leaves to the pink eyed rabbit.

      Under birch, yellow mushrooms

      sprout between grassblades & ragweed—

      Eat ’em & you die or get high & see God—

      Waiting for the exquisite mycologist’s visit.

      Winter’s coming, build a rough wood crib

      & fill it with horse dung, hot horse dung,

      all round the house sides.

      Bucolics & Eclogues!

      Hesiod the beginning of the World,

      Virgil the end of his World—

      & Catullus sucked cock in the country

      far from the Emperor’s police.

      Empire got too big, cities too crazy, garbage-filled Rome

      full of drunken soldiers, fat politicians,

      circus businessmen—

      Safer, healthier life on a farm, make yr own wine

      in Italy, smoke yr own grass in America.

      Pond’s down two feet from drainpipe’s rusty top—

      Timothy turned brown, covered with new spread manure

      sweet-smelt in strong breeze,

      it’ll be covered in snow couple months.

      & Leary covered in snow in San Luis Obispo jail?

      His mind snowflakes falling over the States.

      Did Don Winslow the mason come look at the basement

      So we can insulate a snug root cellar

      for potatoes, beets, carrots,

      radishes, parsnips, glass jars of corn & beans

      Did the mortician come & look us over for next Winter?

      Black flies walking up and down the metal screen,

      fly’s leg tickling my forehead—

      “I’ll play a fly’s bone flute

      & beat an ant’s egg drum”

      sang the Quechua Injun

      high on Huilca snuff, Medieval

      Peruvian DMT.

      Phil Whalen in Japan

      stirring rice, eyes in the garden,

      fine pen nib lain by notebook.

      Jack in Lowell farming worms, master of his

      minuscule deep acre.

      Neal’s ashes sitting under a table piled with

      books, in an oak drawer,

      sunlight thru suburb windows.

      O wind! spin the generator wheel, make Power Juice

      To run the New Exquisite Noise Recorder, & I’ll sing

      praise of your tree music.

      Squash leaves wave & ragweeds lean, black tarpaulin

      plastic flutters over the bass-wood lumber pile


      Hamilton Fish’s Congressional letter

      reports “Stiffer laws against peddling smut”

      flapping in dusty spiderwebs by the windowscreen.

      What’s the Ammeter read by the Windmill? Will

      we record Highest Perfect Wisdom all day tomorrow,

      or Blake’s Schoolboy uninterrupted next week?

      Fine rain-slant showering the gray porch

      Returnable Ginger Ale Bottles

      on the wood rail, white paint flaked

      off into orange flowered

      blossoms

      Out in the garden, rain

      all over the grass, leaves, roofs,

      rain on the laundry.

      •

      Night winds hiss thru maple black masses

      Gas light shine from

      farmhouse window upstairs

      empty kitchen wind

      Cassiopeia zigzag

      Milky Way thru cloud

      September 4

      The baby pig screamed and screamed

      four feet rigid on grass

      screamed and screamed

      Oh No! Oh No!

      jaw dripping blood

      broken by the horse’s hoof.

      Slept in straw all afternoon, eyes closed,

      snout at rest between paws—

      ate hog mash liquid—two weeks

      and his skull be healed

      said the Vet in overalls.

      That bedraggled duck’s sat under the door

      June to Labor Day, three hatched

      yellow chicks’ dry fur bones found

      by the garage side—

      two no-good eggs left, nights chillier—

      Next week, move her nest

      to the noisy chickenhouse.

      We buried lady dog by the apple tree—

      spotted puppy daughter Radha

      sniffed her bloated corpse, flies

      whisping round eyeball & dry nostril,

      sweet rot-smell, stiff legs, anus puffed out,

      Sad Eyes chased the milk truck & got killed.

      How many black corpses they found in the river

      looking for Goodman, Chaney, Schwerner?

      Man and wife, they weep in the attic

      after bitter voices,

      low voices threatening.

      Broken Legs in Vietnam!

      Eyes staring at heaven,

      Eyes weeping at earth.

      Millions of bodies in pain!

      Who can live with this Consciousness

      and not wake frightened at sunrise?

      The Farm’s a lie!

      Madmen growing giant organic zucchini

      mulching asparagus, boiling tomatoes for Winter,

      drying beans, pickling cucumbers

      sweet & garlicked, salting cabbage for sauerkraut,

      canning fresh corn & tossing Bessie husks—

      Marie Antoinette had milkmaid costumes ready,

      Robespierre’s eyeball hung on his cheek

      in the tumbril to guillotine—

      Black Panther’s teeth knocked out in Paterson,

      red blood clotted on black hairy skin—

      Millions of bodies in pain!

      One by one picked orange striped soft potato bugs off

      withered brown leaves

      dropped them curl’d up in kerosene,

      or smeared them on ground with small stones—

      Moon rocket earth photo, peacock colored,

      tacked to the wood wall,

      globe in black sky

      living eyeball bathed in cloud swirls—

      Is Earth herself frightened?

      Does she know?

      Oh No! Oh No! the Continuous scream

      of the pig

      Don’t Bite Me in the backyard,

      bloody jawbone askew.

      Uphill on pine forest floor

      Indian peace pipes curl’d up thru dry needles,

      half translucent fungus, half metal blossom

      Frog sat half out on mud shallows’

      minnow-rippling surface,

      & stared at our Universe—

      So many fish frog, insect ephemera, swamp fern

      —So many Ezekiel-wheeled Dragonflies

      hovering over old Hemlock root moss—

      They wont even know when humans go

      Waking 2 A.M. clock tick

      What was I dreaming

      my body alert

      Police light down this dirt road?

      Justice Dogs sniffing field for Grass Seeds?

      Would they find a little brown mushroom button

      tossed out my window?

      BI read this haiku?

      Four in the morning

      rib thrill eyes open—

      Deep hum thru the house—

      Windmill Whir? Hilltop Radar Blockhouse?

      Valley Traffic 5 miles downtown?

      When’ll Policecar Machinery assemble

      outside State pine woods?

      Head out window—bright Orion star line,

      Pleiades and Dipper shining silent—

      Bathrobe flashlight, uproad Milky Way

      Moved round the house this month

      —remember Taurus’ Horn up there last fall?

      White rabbit on goat meadow, got over the chickenwire?

      Hop away from flash light? Wait till Godly

      Dog wakes up!

      Come back! He’ll bite you! Here’s a green beet leaf!

      Pwzxst! Pwzxst! Pwzxst!

      Attic window lit between trees,

      Clouds drift past the sickle moon—

      Tiny lights in the dark sky

      Stars & Crickets everywhere

      Electric whistle-blinks

      tweedle-twinks

      Squeak-peeks

      Locust planet

      zephyr sizzle

      Squinks—

      Grasshoppers in cold dewy fall grass

      Singing lovesongs as they die.

      •

      Morning, the white rabbit stiff, eyes closed,

      lain belly up in grass, tooth nosed,

      beside the manure pile—dig a hole

      —Shoulda introduced him to dogs in daylight—

      Cripple Jack drove up

      to judge the ducks—

      All eggs sterile,

      smashed on rock, wet guts

      & rotted-throat smell—

      Bedraggled duck mother,

      dragged off straw nest

      & pecking skin at my wrist,

      All afternoon walked up and down quacking

      thru chickenwire fence

      Pig on her side woke up,

      slurped beet juice, rooted at porch wood

      ignorant of broken head bones—

      Morning dew, papery leafs & sharp blossoms

      of sunflower ripped off battered stalks,

      Who’d do that!? Too late

      to fix the barbed wire fence,

      intelligent Bessie Cow strays in the moonlight.

      Leary’s climbed the chainlink fence & two strands of

      barbedwire too

      This weekend, “Armed & Dangerous,”

      Signed with Weathermen!

      Has Revolution begun? World War III?

      May no Evil Eye peek thru window, keyhole or

      gunsight at his white haired face!

      Now’s halfmoon over America,

      leaves tinged red fall blush scattered overhill,

      down pasture singular trees orange foreheads think

      Autumn time in pines—

      The maple at woods’ edge fire-red’s brighter

      Australian Aborigines’ Eternal Dream Time’s come true—

      Usta be bears on East Hill; fox under old Hemlock,

      Usta be otter—even woolly mammoths in Eternal

      dream time—

      Leary’s out in the woods of the world—cockroaches immune

      to radiation?

      Richard Nixon has means to end human Worlds,

      Man has machines for Suicide,

      Pray for Timothy Leary in the planet’s
    Woods!

      Om Mani Padme Hu?

      & Hare Krishna!

      “ As we forgive those who trespass against us,

      Thy Will be done

      on Earth as in Heaven”

      Oh Bessie you ate my unborn sunflowers!

      “God never repeats himself” Harry Smith telephoned tonite.

      We may not come back, Richard Nixon.

      We may not come back, dear hidden Tim.

      Will Peter fix the sink’s hand pump? the basement freeze?

      Backyard grasses stink, if kitchen drains

      to septic tank, will Bacteria die

      of soap, Ammonia & Kerosene?

      Get rid of that old tractor or fix it!

      Cardboard boxes rotten in garageside rain!

      Old broken City desks under the appletree! Cleanum

      up for firewood!

      Where can we keep all summer’s bottles?

      Gas pumps, broken mandolins, old tires—

      Ugly backyard—Shelf the garage!

      Where stack lumber handy to eye?

      Electric generator money? Where keep mops in Wintertime?

      Leary fugitive, Sinclair sent up for a decade—

      though 83% of World’s illegal opium’s fixed

      in Central Intelligence Agency’s Indochinese Brain!

      Fed State Local Narcs peddle junk—

      Nixon got a hard hat from Mafia,

      Pentagon Public Relations boodle’s 190 million A.D. 1969.

      J. E. Hoover’s a sexual blackmailer,

      Times pities “idealistic students”

      Police killed 4 Blacks in New Orleans

      Fascism in America:—

      i.e. Police control Cities, not Mayors or philosophers—

      Police, & Police alone, cause most crime.

      Preventive Detention now law in D.C.

      Mexico & Senegal close borders to Adam Longhair

      So many apples in abandoned orchards,

      and such fresh sweet Cider, supper tonite—

      onions & cabbage fried on iron—

      groundwells overflow, hydraulic ram

      works steady again,

      Eclogues! the town laundry’s detergent phosphate

      glut’s foul’d clear Snyders Creek—

      I have a beautiful boy in the house,

      learn keyboard notation, chords, & improvise

      freely on Blake’s mantras at midnite.

      Hesiod annaled Beginnings

      I annal ends for No man.

      Hail to the Gods, who are given Consciousness.

      Hail to Men Conscious of the Gods!

      Electric tempest!

      Entire hillsides turned wet gold,

      Leaf death’s begun, universal September

     


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