Browntown Café

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Browntown Café

(Wash your own dish)

SIGNS:

Wash your own dish.

Your karma is your own.

Signs aren´t important.

Be Free.

DISH CONSCIOUSNESS IS PART OF TOTAL CONSCIOUSNESS.

To become aware of others is to become aware of yourself.

DISH CONSCIOUSNESS IS A PART OF TOTAL CONSCIOUSNESS.

DON´T LET ANYTHING OR ANYONE

OR THIEVES IN THE NIGHT

LEAD YOU ASTRAY

OR,

LEAD YOU ASTRAY.

————

IT´S WINTER NOW,——

As for conversations with dogs,

A handful of dry dog food each morning

-if you can beat the chickens to it.

Close the door.

People waiting and eating;

The winter sun, clear through everything.

No dishes washed this morning

Because the water froze.

——-

Walk.

Chinamas´s Chance –placer.

Twenty-five sacred yarrow sticks each way.

An icicle falls from the rain spout.

Irrelevancy:

An orange rabbit

Waters a purple flower

With a blue pail.

Two small birds sitting on a bush,

White stripes on their heads,

Looking for a meal among the pale green buds.

———–

Winter has no clothes.

As if no one were here.

Sunlight coming through

The translucent plastic windows.

Wood sounds. Water sounds.

Three boys rough-housing in the corner.

At the dinner table:

“I´ve been here three or four months now.

People come and go-

But it takes time to get used to a new school….”

One moment please.

———-

Wood run

Cut wood    Load the truck

Brush Bill drinking beer:

“Me an´ my gal

Went-a-huckleberry pickin´.

I fell down,

An´ she kept-a-pickin´.”

A dead madrone; one pine snag.

New Years Day – Warm as spring

———

The frost is beautiful on the winter ground.

Red tag, needles and leaves.

Snow and mud frozen hard as rock.

Footprints of a dog; footprints of a man.

A truck gone through an hour ago,

Crushing patterns on the larger puddles.

Surface       Frozen      Solid

———

Now I walk.  A blue sun.

What is cold

And what is cold.

Tobey said a piss pot froze.

An icy sponge in the sink.

Walked as far as the Johnson Claim this morning.

Stacha killed two white leghorns.

Ice casings on all the twigs along the creek.

———

Good morning; Good morning

One day past, three days past, one day past.

Chairs; coats; walls; beams; stove;

Table; people; trees; water;

Creek flows by.

All Standing.

The night froze.

Morning came –

The dishes were washed.

————

Shit house.

I´ve been trying to write poems

for months now-

Words come as easy as

A cord hanging from a latch to the center of the door.

Moroccan prince, glued to the wall.

Shit comes out.

Thud at the bottom of the hole.

———-

A naked tree waiting to be planted.

Christmas is over

Walk across the floor, walk across the floor.

Wind chimes.

The woods are free

You and me

Roots are free,

But unseen.

———-

No dishes washed today because

The water was frozen all day.

A brown ceramic cup´s terminal existence

On the table: Phill: “This place is very brown.”

———-

And Jesus said:

“Split wood and I am here.”

There was this bird,

A wren –

Darting in and out of the wood

It doesn´t seem to mind I´m here.

Never mind, wren,

-just

Chop wood, pieces falling onto the pile,

Sounds in silently quickly moving

In high vibrations – this; this.

“I know there´s a worm in there somewhere.”

———–

Paper wraps around stone; stone breaks

Scissors; scissors cuts paper; paper wraps-

Centering here

Winter night

Cookhouse light

Water still froze.

Carrying water in jugs to wash the dishes.

Let´s totally emerse.

(winter night)

Walking,

Stars as real as blood

The fire roars

Chuck´s night in a dishlist world.

———

The reason anything means everything

It´s all the same

———-

Purification takes place

Carrying water in the moonlight

We go out to trade piss for water

Purification by rejection of this and that

Is fixation   keep turning

“The truth is pretty old”     :     IHVH

———

Moonlight dancing on the ripples

Cold fingers farmed on my belly

But still incomplete

Until-

We come out to trade piss for water,

Dualism vanishes

Water for piss

(center here)

Piss for water

Endlessly

In the same direction.

———-

Quietly,      near dawn

Four souls,  half asleep

Fire consciousness     fire

Rumbling in two drums

Sound of the creek

Wallpaper clinging to the walls.

———-

Two roosters crowed

In the dead of night.   Perhaps these

Roosters parallel us.

A baby cries.

Cat´s in the kitchen, stealing bread,

My cup is on the bookshelf.

———

Cats and people

Crouched in the Browntown Café

Waiting for dawn to be served

Some dreaming;   some  awake.

———-

When the big changes come

Waiting;

Leave the mind to itself

Be here now

Don´t expect me to say or do anything,

Laughing,  laughing

Even when the tears come!

Leaves on the ground;   snow;

It feels like spring,

Buds in the winter sun

Unfold.

———-

Snow that cannot say they;

Waters that cannot say we;

Are flowing together

Changes come

Always;

Come down to the river

Come down too!

It´s so fast no one can see

Where it´s going.

SO FAST!

Someone says:

“He´s trying to dam it up!

But it still flows

The big stones never move

Could never confine a river

It just flows through, around

Always

Endless;   Endless;

Endless.

———

Y

NOTICE

-to be posted on the henhouse door

TO ALL CHICKENS:

Any chicken wishing RELEASE from this world

Of  Suffering and Fear and Desire into the

PURE LAND OF CHICKEN SOUP, PLEASE

Contact the cook, who (maybe ) is sitting on

The pot in the center of the coop.

REMEMBER,

There are no justifications!

There are no escapes – this is the real thing!

Guaranteed results!     –     No refunds.

Sighned,   Y

P.S.  this notice applies whether or not

(whether or not you can read or not)

ANY DAY NOW

All things must pass.

——–

–            There is nothing to say

————

–         Dish night

The henhouse  –  within

Sitting on the roost; the rooster

Pecking, shoving, and scratching.

The sun is down,  the sun is down!

-all center here.

A voice:

“You gonna pluck him?”

“Sure, I´ll pluck him.”

There coming.

-why not take me!

Dish consciousness is total consciousness

-the dish said to the spoon,

The pots get done.

Love that crusty sponge!

-the chicken knows!

-dishes to be done.

“Look at the look in his eyes.”

“He´s pressing up against me¨.”

“He´s afraid of the light.”

“Quick!  Quick!”

“Let him go before he gets away!”

-The chicken knows.

No more dishes to be done.

-Ha!

-there´s nothing to say.

———–

Where´s the moon?……….on the rise, last quarter

-the rooster crows at dawn……

It´s an ordinary day.

Nothing to say….

(Good morning!   Good morning!)

-this silly rooster has mistaken the …

The moon for the sun!

When the time comes,

One chop and the job is done.

The universe, some vast cup

Containing everthing,

-never needing to be washed.

———-

Browntown

1972

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