Wednesday, August 23, 2017

On the Bus Drive-By









Rambling round
this puzzling town
with a smile

1.
The 51A


 
Rectified rectory
an idyllic day school
on a Summer day


Someone passing
on a bus
sends you his blessings,
children


Then it's the grime
the nitty gritty
of Auto Row








The old showrooms
white-washed,  postered
and tagged





Auto Row Smog
is the venerable
business on the right






A extravagantly
narcissistic mode
always a sordid affair


Downtown




A family fair
with bulbous
amusements


2.
The 18


Soon the entire
urban street map
will be covered in bad taste
lurid Zap comix murals


So be it,
the fall of Rome








A distinguished gentlemen
boards and sits in front


Beautiful uptown Oakland
a vortex of sorts

 

 Downtown again

In Sunday suspension








Reverend
may God bless us
all








Oakland's Big Ben
looking a tad faded
like newsprint in the sun






Well, well,
they are finally moving
on this vacant lot
 The bogus "building planned"
sign is gone
It's a segregated al fresco
lunch area now






They even removed
the crappy fool-the-eye
cladding off the first floor
Oakland spruces up
Think how nice it would be
if the city didn't have to pay
enormous settlements for police
wrong-doing,
then their promotions
and generous
early-retirement pensions














The guy had a rather
guilty look on his face
a perfect theatrical tableau
in communicating its message
Her look of suspicion
that's he's dogging around
on the down low
racialist but effective
in getting her to take the test





Of course at this point
he knows I'm taking his photo
He senses by my warm smile
that I dig him





August 2017



Tuesday, August 22, 2017

The Pilgrim's Progress
















Last month
just after the coming
my new smart phone
a pilgrimage toward
peace and love


When did baseball
turn into warfare?



It's small, mean, profit-oriented
 world after all,
It ain't all Disneyland


But I don't worship
Mammon
It's merely a high-rise
optical illusion


1.
The Sacred



I take refuge
inside


In the house of
the Lord



All roads lead
me to kneel here
at His feet




People get ready
There's a train to Jordan



There's a green cloth
upon the altar



A meditation profound
in Jesus bound


Until He comes again
spacey organ music

Side trip
to the strange
side chapel



Contemporary
traditional
tryptich



Occluded icon




Bardo icon



Empty baroque
 frame



The Faithful



A candle lit
in a human heart
no limit




Cabinet of the cruets and
True confessional
I'll roll right over
confess to all my sins
colorful and sad


Holy water



God's going to
trouble the water

Secular water


Salt water


When I think
I've had enough

He fills me up again


Deep peace
in the Palmatarium



I came upon
a bench
in the midst of life




Peace came
falling slow





Another little
man-made pond
of peace


We shook the sugar down
now party like it's 1984



That happened
and it was
declared wigged-out

A luscious time
but it's







2.
The Profane



So I put
the fragmented life
behind me
turn my back to it



I like to show the police
the bottoms of my feet

Dreamy
in repose


A little Bettie Boop
China doll
appeared to me
out of my subconscious
 a refraction



She grew up fast



Commencing a sexy dance
the seven veils
of Maya Love



Like the opening
of a Warner Brothers
cartoon

Sleepiness ensued



Enough to make me draw
the Venetian blinds



My sleeping bag
seduced me

 Hypnotized
if not narcotized
on top of
the sea of afgan




Warm enough for boxers
 flannel bed clothes
are out of season



Before I knew it
I was asleep













I dreamed I was reclining
in some foreign courtyard
looking up at the sky
 covered over
by a drifting
rippling veil




25-26 July 2017