Monday, June 17, 2019

Rhymes of June






 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rhymes of June
 
 
 
 
 
 
Endless game of chance
a crow finds a playing card
flies onto a roof


 
 
 
 
 
New World Theology
 
 
Jesus summoned the Elder-Father
and distracted the Indians
with a cover wagon train
He summoned unto him
His flying saucer
Promising those left behind
in the desert
To be saints at a later date
their own eventual planet
All of those present swore
certainty that this Man
was Jesus of Nazareth
Jehova's witnesses there
avowed that he looked
a little like Gabby Hayes
Elder-Father Smith
carrier of the golden tablets
was never seen again
in this world
 
 
 




 
 
Breezy sunlight here
fog rolls the peninsula
sea birds or jet plane
 
 
 

 
 
Electric green moss
tide marks on colorful rocks
tide at eye level
 
 


 
 
I can't hear the waves
forgot to remove earplugs
only half the grace
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Take off my sandals
and walk the water walkway
lonely girl watches
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
14 kite surfers
not as thrilling or profound
as two pelicans
 
 




 

After the Recent Deluge

1.

My house wasn't always a houseboat
in fact it wasn't always a boat
My home wasn't very close to a river
but it was on a hundred year flood plain
and today it's all water
To my surprise and salvation
it broke away from its foundation
the bottom layer was built watertight
By the eschatologist
 that dreamed-up the place
And my household floated away
My cat and whatever wildlife
  taken refuge from the elements
Swifts and other squatters who nest
in the ornate Victorian woodwork
of the towers the belfry the rooftop
Over the thick downstairs windows
Along for the journey heaved
 Headlong into the gulf below
The garden gate served as a rudder
I set it for a general direction
Dark coast a few lonely street lights
Heat lightning on irreal bayou
toward a crevice in the stars







 
 
 
 
 
 
June 2019
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Au Printemps







 
 
 


 
 
For the divine Perdition
of Idleness in Spring 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Au Printemps
 
 
 
 
 
In The Outback
 
A woodpecker and his allies
Storm the woods where I lay sleeping
Crows exchanged themselves with shadows
Three kingfishers from the East
Bearing acorns and fur
A worm for your delectation
A rose to a dog is undistinguished unless
It has been urinated on by another dog
Carpenter ants redo my deck
Trees provide ladders and clocks
The world of birds goes off at once
At dusk and at dawn
A street light in a deep forest
Invites a galactic blizzard of moths
In Spring the wilderness awakens
Males pursue arborial females
Frogs constitute a wall of sound
Thrumming
Thrumming the stubborn heart
That insists on beating
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Gulls so high and free
encircle and encircle
downtown high-rise jail
 
 
 


 
 
 We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
 




 
 
For a long time I thought
I was going crazy
Madness now no longer
much of a threat
More like arthritis but less so
more like a common cold
contagious unremarkable
ubiquitous at the last
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
As I cross the street
a crow finds a playing card
flies onto a roof
 
 
 




I extinguished my joint
with whiskey and water
a trace a trace
I've had my fill 
 
 
 







Train Tracks by Emily's Place


The amative Bonobo prefers
food offered by a bully
The frightened mistake
the ruthless for a champion

Arrogance never sees the silent train
of comeuppance and pain








Gone Medieval Posterior


In a tourist cottage
in the Bavarian Alps
three found murdered
with crossbow bolts
The crossbows were left
at the scene of the crime
As if asleep
encircled in
a forest of thorns






The earth is divided
into that which is predominantly water
and that which is not water
and of course a third
air made of gases
water and
particulate matter









And the Sea should part
And show a further Sea--



I sailed beyond the pale
entered a new envelope

I saw beyond the veil
leapt to it as an antelope

I sailed beyond the pale
 it was all all to no avail






Downpour
behind the railroad tacks
and the wind
behind the traffic rumble
the commonplace gunshots
Chinatown firecrackers
I thought I heard
thunder






The rain taps relentlessly
what does it want?
what do you want?






The perfection
the finality
My Savior in my heart
and my perception of reality






With a face on it
translucent plastic bag floats
the estuary
 




late evening sunlight
the gulls fly purposefully
and inscrutably






My kettle whistles
I'm a little teacup song
come back as a ghost






The survival lust
of the multitude
disgusts
me

manifest destiny

I trusted that the epiphany I felt
couldn't help but transform itself
into literature

I sued the future
based on the past


All that was promised
will arrive at last






A cold day in May
on the Blessed Mother's lawn
Mom changes nappy






I do believe
and it do behoove
whenever I see
life is a groove

   



Valley of the Waterfalls

Great waters flow
across a plateau
no where to go
but down


Circular crater valley
waterfalls surround a lost society
myths and songs unaltered
No longer a way to get out
unnavigable river high cliffs
to an impassable wilderness
When it rains not enough air
Inhabitants get pleurisy die young
Icy rain freezes the temple
Salt corrodes the ancient pillars
 isolated civilization
farms fishing small game
Sugar skulls dissolve in the rain
White noise of the waterfall
at the foot of the bed










Shadow play of leaves
new light on the window frame
the trees they grow tall








Everyday the radio says
it's a mild day
I go out and it's
variations on windy and cold
even when the sun is out
The radio says it's warm
and I go out I go out
dressed in summer clothes
and it's can I make it home
before I fall asleep
in the figurative snow
that desperate
Wind clouds even rain
wind off the bay
the sea beyond
skeletons in the fog
cold that moves through you








Lighting Spring-green trees
late sunlight down seventh
everybody sees







 
 May 2019
 




(lines from Emily Dickenson) 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Saturday, May 4, 2019

The Ghost of Notre-Dame Haunts the Holy Week

 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 


 
 
 
 
 
The Ghost of Notre Dame
Haunts the Holy Week

My photo of candles years ago
votive chaos theory
demons and prophets
a vertical lobster
from the Cathedral façade
Adam and Eve enstoned
kaleidoscopic window
Reliquary of the Crown of Thorns
Roman noir of a young couple
there at night so far from home
pages flipping in the wind
absorb flame memory smoke
Time spent itself
in la Place de Notre Dame
architectural l'horlage
maze inside the Consiergerie
Ste Chapelle labyrinth of jewels
St Severin metaphysical puzzle box
St Julien le Pauvre secret heart
of the Latin quarter
secrets of the Rue Git-le-coeur
Critical mass of the Holy Ghost
Novena at Notre Dame
How high heaven from here
Filigree spire infused in flame
the gargoyles recoil
Nineteenth century addition implodes
Singed palms of Christ's entryway
leads to actual mental Jerusalem
Fire in the medieval forest above
Eerie parallel to Notre Dame church
Fall River Massachusetts
burned to collapse in the early eighties
when a workman's torch
ignited the roof during renovation
Granite Gothic replica
double-towered facade
Majestic horizon forever gone
People who still remember it
go one by one
 the reservoir, the reservation beyond
the Freetown woods
All as well do go
It won't be water
the fire next time
Black hole at the center
 la Voie Lactee
 
 
 
 
 
 
April 2019







 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

April is Poetry Month

















 

 
 




 
 
Holy Thursday

Duck Season on San Francisco Bay

early for the ferry
this morning the mother duck
with five live hatchlings in close formation
glides in the estuary shallows
first tender day of Spring weather
air still cold over the Bay
moving through it at our clip
face masked with a black cashmere scarf
as if others didn't already
think me different enough
Bay bridge and cinematic city
well up like 3D FX
most of the sparse passengers
de-board downtown stunned or stoned
We who travel on to the Wharf
brace before the chill
of Thrilling Golden Gate
Art farm Sausalito
in a Cezanne light
harbor seals bark
but our barque sails on
Sidewalks bulge but
the deluge is still to come
Decide I'll walk the main drag today
past the brilliant red buildings
 visible from space
Lurid kitsch horror
entertainment billboards
hover overhead
Old tableau a dummy
overhead in a life preserver
gigantic lighthouse prism
revolve the kaleidoscope
of Fisherman's Wharf
outlandish vehicles
megawatt primary colors
the old Fisherman's neon raincoat
Flowers for the Dungeness crab
on Hyde Street Pier
the tall ships renewed and resplendent
Mild enough walk into frigid water
I liberate the small beach
children and others come and go
Alone again two iridescent ducks swim in
Upend themselves finding food
Small wave tosses one out of the water
onto his feet in the sand no problem
soon another wave lifts both out of the water
they poetically turn it into flight
Overhead a sinister silver plane
with a huge surveillance disk
goes out low past the Gate
and comes back again
Leaving the Port of Oakland
several gunboats were seen racing in
endless anxious preparedness


Big flock of black terns
on waters under the bay bridge
shift when the ferry comes
I've lost the butterfly effect
my heart doesn't flutter
into somersaults  of elation
as it once did
yet peace is briefly held
astonishment of topography
sea and sky orchestrations
the feats and stunts of civilization
the ease of an adventure such as mine
the new eastern span sifts
 Mount Tamalpais
Stop at the Alameda side
two perfect ducks in flight
level with me
returning on the mythic path I just came
estuary trail the Bay bridge and Golden Gate
line up in the shimmer
the warmest day this year


 

metallic full moon
bangs a gong in Chinatown
purple gray light



 




 





 


 
 
 
Easter Outing
 
 
 
 
 
In kite-like solitude
rocks on a submarine walkway
high tide waters with creation look
not dirty old Bay
Two geese both in the seawater
preening they double themselves
kick rapid little kicks
flapping up to walk on water
throwing the heads back
to vibrate against wings
 
Married couple of ducks
on the ramp into the drink
a lone ducks flies over
both recoil instinctually
for a rival duck or a hawk
First kite I watched
flew over to the marina cove
and fell as if off a cliff diving
slender slingshot wings
Past the rocks a fisherman
casts out existentially
 silent sail sound of the waves
ululating a neon green rock
grown heavy in moss
 
The two ducks of Easter
patrol the rail swimming
then come inside with me
From here I hear all the words
 the water makes
Young Mom with blue green hair
her little girl dangles her feet
 in the restless water
Lady with platinum bob
and a stroller
 attempts to feed the wild ducks
They show no interest in her cookies
Little boy shows up throws stuff
at  the ducks
takes off his shirt splashes about
 
Down Crab Cove multitudes
of geese on the water
squadrons squawk loudly
as they peel into flight
Heavy birds flying close by me
I raise my arms to help them
navigate away from me
This repeats itself
until the last group takes off
coming right towards me
I wave my heather denim jacket
they elevate without
changing course

bound to the sky
off we go
rising
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Earth day three planets
in bright indigo twilight
evening star so near
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Easter Mass at last
new life in accidental time
the Cross draped in white
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Saints do not appear to the living
Only Jesus and the Virgin Mary
may appear in corporeal form
He ascended
She was assumed in heaven
Elijah rode a chariot into heaven
but hasn't been seen since
Jesus was last on the mount of Olives
Angels can appear in angelic form
which is not physical material
The Holy Ghost manifests
in metaphysical form
God the Creator
 hasn't been seen on Earth
Since Moses and Mount Sinai
where He appeared as a Burning Bush
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Egret flies below
I flatten slender grasses
try to do no harm
 
 




 
 



 




 






 
 
 April 2019





 
 
April 2019
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, April 11, 2019

The Kindness and Cruelty of April (poetry)




 





 
Train Ride Past Diablo
and Back Again

 
 
 
As vast as the clouds and sky
multifarious colors green
the cloud line
the whole topography
everyday to others
fantastical to me
April's mild delirium
bursting out of the
long black-out tunnel
to toy town Orinda
onward to the land
of the ultra green
 
 
cloud shadows on Mount Diablo
a map of another green world
hills in the brilliant sunlight
deep shaded verdure
trees and shadows
cows on a ridge
under palm trees
US and McDonalds flags
one hundred feet over
the Pittsburg flats
photosynthesis of the eyes
and the wind
ultra green expanses
on a rapid train
industrial zone
you never tough the green
 
BART yard of train experiments
variegated green
clouds pass over day-glow green hills
a map of greenness seen from space
miles and miles of brilliant lawn
generally without object or inhabitant
elegantly tall blades of grass
rained on again last night
green glow on the rolling hills
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
the bark of an absent dog
a dead mother
God talked to them
in a voice they could hear
with their ears
voices peel off passing cars
watching you watching you
voices exist on the
psychotic continuum
 
 
I'll make no remark
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Temporary penises occur
as female bearded dragons
grow up
 
 
 
 
 
 
I don't even know what reality
 is supposed to be
it's never been adequately
explained to me
 
 





under a dim pier
a gray wading bird
chilly evening wind






in childlike wonder
successive trees in flower
bus past fairyland






gulls high circling
the film noir Tribune tower
in late afternoon






The brother despaired of himself
and took the road back to the world
The Desert Fathers





Daily life
the world coils inward
as life becomes circumscribed
the commonweal frays
fibrillated edges
thimbles inside of one's gloves
little electric shocks
walk on gilded splinters
third rail warning
outages late arrivals
death on the tracks
material at year zero
never exposed to space
oblivion addicts sleep sitting up
on park bench ziggurat stairways
zebra striped to fool a fly's eye
bee hives unplugged
buzz kill dynamo
the greedy wage war on the needy
borders lined with long term
migrant tents
every mistake gladly repeated
flooded bayous rebuilt
life at the glacial end
Arcimbaldo's principle
the scarecrow laughs at thee
toll for walking down this street
No one was left stranded on the moon
only dunes, only ruins




Holy Thursday

Duck Season on San Francisco Bay

early for the ferry
this morning the mother duck
with five live hatchlings in close formation
glides in the estuary shallows
first tender day of Spring weather
air still cold over the Bay
moving through it at our clip
face masked with a black cashmere scarf
as if others didn't already
think me different enough
Bay bridge and cinematic city
well up like 3D FX
most of the sparse passengers
de-board downtown stunned or stoned
We who travel on to the Wharf
brace before the chill
of Thrilling Golden Gate
Ant farm Sausalito
in a Cezanne light
harbor seals bark
but our barque sails on
Sidewalks bulge but
the deluge is still to come
Decide I'll walk the main drag today
past the brilliant red buildings
 visible from space
Lurid kitsch horror
entertainment billboards
hover overhead
Old tableau a dummy
overhead in a life preserver
gigantic lighthouse prism
revolve the kaleidoscope
of Fisherman's Wharf
outlandish vehicles
megawatt primary colors
the old Fisherman's neon raincoat
Flowers for the Dungeness crab
on Hyde Street Pier
the tall ships renewed and resplendent
Mild enough walk into frigid water
I liberate the small beach
children and others come and go
Alone again two iridescent ducks swim in
Upend themselves finding food
Small wave tosses one out of the water
onto his feet in the sand no problem
soon another wave lifts both out of the water
they poetically turn it into flight
Overhead a sinister silver plane
with a huge surveillance disk
goes out low past the Gate
and comes back again
Leaving the Port of Oakland
several gunboats were seen racing in
endless anxious preparedness

I've lost the butterfly effect
my heart doesn't flutter
into somersaults  as it once did
yet peace was briefly held
astonishment of topography
sea and sky orchestrations
the feats and stunts of civilization
the ease of an adventure such as mine
the new eastern span sifts
 Mount Tamalpais
Stop at the Alameda side
two perfect ducks in flight
level with me
returning on the mythic path I just came
estuary trail the Bay bridge and Golden Gate
line up in the shimmer
the warmest day this year



metallic full moon
bangs a gong in Chinatown
purple gray light


big flock of black terns
waters under the bay bridge
shift when the ferry comes












The Ghost of Notre Dame
Haunts the Holy Week

My photo of candles years ago
votive chaos theory
demons and prophets
a vertical lobster
from the Cathedral façade
Adam and Eve enstoned
kaleidoscopic window
Reliquary of the Crown of Thorns
Roman noir of a young couple
there at night so far from home
pages flipping in the wind
absorb flame memory smoke
Time spent itself
in la Place de Notre Dame
architectural l'horlage
maze inside the Consiergerie
Ste Chapelle labyrinth of jewels
St Severin metaphysical puzzle box
St Julien le Pauvre secret heart
of the Latin quarter
secrets of the Rue Git-le-coeur
Critical mass of the Holy Ghost
Novena at Notre Dame
How high heaven from here
Filigree spire infused in flame
the gargoyles recoil
Nineteenth century addition implodes
Singed palms of Christ's entryway
leads to actual mental Jerusalem
Fire in the medieval forest above
Eerie parallel to Notre Dame church
Fall River Massachusetts
burned to collapse in the early eighties
when a workman's torch
ignited the roof during renovation
Granite Gothic replica
double-towered facade
Majestic horizon forever gone
People who still remember it
go one by one
 the reservoir, the reservation beyond
the Freetown woods
All as well do go
It won't be water
the fire next time
Black hole at the center
 la Voie Lactee



 



 
 April 2019





 
 
 



 

Saturday, March 23, 2019

The March of Dimes (Poetry)








 



 
The March of Dimes
 
 
 
 
The rain come back by train whistle
windshield wipers a doomsday clock
car horn has a panic attack
sibilant tire thread says the street's wet

Radio tuned low on a lonely heart
alarm clock impersonates a time bomb toy
anguish some small conflagration
the rain soon extinguished the source

distant wolf pack of trains howls
blend with white noise of the rain
imaginary world of the dark
the white horse of the rain

Motorist after motorist
a far away siren
subliminal neighbors burrow in the walls
tattoo from a nearby drainpipe

Nothing comes next
all the same loop
wet wind on the window of now
magnetic stars make me disintegrate

On your death bed
you hear a car gunning it
from a block away or more
the world driving away from you






a candles are urgent
dreamt it was a tall flame
a hoar-frosted bottle





Made myself a cyclone of love
like a snow cone
 if none avail themselves
perhaps now for the best

Everything goes up to the sky
everything stands monumental
like Easter Island figurines
the quality like gravity
that holds it together is love








as the end of the experiment draws near
one looks for the things one holds dear
Status homes and automobiles
don't count yet seem real to us
I walked in trees and clouds
places where things weren't loud
now all my ties are spiritual
at the end of the earthly road
When one's burden is too heavy
one shrugs off one's woeful load





Most copies of most books of poetry
go largely if not entirely unread
Forests are floored for the sake
of vanity and pretention





If Satan asks you
do you think God
cares about your bullshit?
the answer is yes



 Yiddish Wisdom

Coded premonitions
Jacob and his twelve sons

You're dwelling
soon you'll be kvelling


Rigor mortis begins
with the eyelids


Home from the horrors of hell
(the world outside)





Beelzeburp

Call himself
the Lord Byron
of burping

But he's just
another belcher
from Belchertown





No more appropriate declension
in the English language:
"drink,
drank,
drunk"





Two tall white cops move
a black lady in handcuffs
elevator shuts






Splendid in sunlight
Chinese girl with transparent
folded umbrella





In the new green trees
flags tell of a windy day
with rain on the way











No suicide option
you have to serve out your
life's sentence amen





Sometimes I like to see
how high I can get
before falling off the world
swept into the gravitational pull
of the saturnine moon







Patent Application
for New Vehicle

Resembles a case for eye-glasses
a sarcophagus in bronze tree bark
Solar energy gathering,
Travels in snow, on ice
in the air, on water
below the water's surface
on rail road tracks
in outer atmosphere
in near space
Operates by AI with advanced
topographical and global positioning
Maps include lake and river bottoms
and the ocean floor
Operates with or without passengers
Empty vehicle can be sent to rescue
the stranded
Velvet jewel box interior
Will work in extra-planetary
applications





The Wicked Captain Bly

Haven't heard anything of him in decades
Robert Bly when did he die?
They'll never be another like him
arrogant over-confident corn fed
blunderbuss
that somehow got taken seriously
Once my little wife was exiting City Lights bookshop
in North beach San Francisco
When the old bullshit artist himself
came trotting out brushing past
He stepped on my foot, hard, she said
In my best Shakespearean accusatory voice,
"You hog!"
I shouted at him as he made his escape
hastening up toward Broadway
he slowed as his shoulders cringed
before charging on afraid to look back
Not my first encounter with him
I had caught his early 70s clown act
at Hampshire college in Massachusetts
Squarely trying to a Ginsbergian entertainer
He wore a Mexican serape under which
his clothes were rank with body odor
The North beach fracas
was ten years after that
He was in the middle of a notorious
men's movement against feminism
He in his mind was still manly
as he skulked off after being
hog-called






A Rush to Buzzment

Ultra green and flower bloom
Revived trees press new growth
Giddy laughter prepares
A wedding reception
The church delivers another bride
Inextricable labyrinth of branches
Over a wide-trunked pine
Bar cars from the park fat chance
Drop by to see what can die
Brazil meadow grass thickens in patches
Like mineral springs doused
Small dogs plow into tall grass
Wow a rainbos ing around the sun
The breeze turns chilly
For the duration of a cloud

Girl in white robe near a sundial
Practices her recital from a book
Frantic antics of three dogs
 Tied together to a backpack
An overly erotic young couple
Landed in the grass
Third wheel friend with dogs
Comes over and sits with me
Ford he tells me his name
Still likes the girl himself
She was his girlfriend first
 Looks young for the eleventh grade
We see a red-tailed hawk overhead
Circling just before us
He takes a photo is curious
About cannabis
I'm buzzed I tell him
 The dogs relax around us
Stoned comrades

Dogs dig a wise old guy
After goofy handling by the kids
Tied confused to a central backpack
The girl's parents circle the lawn
Ford says he from a delightful enclave
Named Kensington
Speaks English well
Unusual words but not used to impress
He says the girl's parents don't
Approve of the new boyfriend
A Lothario in his blonde
Mohawk panache with short black sides
He's too ready she seems happy
Over his lusty attention
Ford is not happy

The parents summon them
  a remote vehicle parked below
and off they go
I recline in the grass
some young girls lie nearby
revealed to the dimmed sunlight









rain nipples puddles
Shubert's Ave Maria
existence seems endless






an epic sunset
saffron fissure in the dome
puddles reflect light





tipsy dreamy skies
vast clouds torque in from the sea
train scuttles under





wisteria house
old town with its witch hat roof
odd mushroom shaped cloud







brilliant white cloud
blue sky and vibrant green
primary colors






She paints with lip gloss
looking at a hand-held screen
her lovely young lips








Noon at Mountain View

To look upon yon greenest hills
unrelenting traffic to perplex
Chinese death cult holiday
first flawless day in Spring
subsumed in ancestor worship
add a gigantic hole no doubt
another hall of ashes hauled

And yet I find my shady niche
to gaze high on green grass slope
raisins walnuts and cannabis have I
Coming down again
from my Gothic perch
a bed of tulips levitates
the sun's glory shines through them

Outward again in time and space
incongruous stretch limo
outside the Chapel of the Chimes
Blacks in bright sportswear colors
Deserted Catholic cemetery looks over
I might have gone there instead

In front of a busy pizza slicer
I await the bus still eyeing the hills
an enchanted corner in memory
a vast pumpkin patch on this corner
every year long ago
Ghosts go by at night
in outmoded carriages

A small blonde boy bursts out
wearing a small baseball uniform
walks with serious determination
His grand dad also carrying a slice
follows him around the corner
I find him immeasurably precious
he didn't as much as glance at me

Bless him here a long way
from the boneyard
Grandpa and me draw near
to the hilltop plots
every stone here lies a person
or his whole family
Lent is leavened by fair skies
children extend our lives
into an azure future















March 2019











 

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Mayor Lee He Dead

 
 
 
This column was produced in 2017 but never posted
Might be of interest to some so here it is
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Trump went after San Francisco when an illegal immigrant was 
acquitted after killing a woman walking on a pier with her dad.
Mayor Lee didn't adequately respond to Trump and
former mayor Willie Brown sharply took him to task for it
 in his Sunday Chronicle column, writing what he himself
would have replied to Trump.
Lee lost considerable face over his perceived  lack of backbone.
As it happened I went to Golden Gate Park that week
where both ex and current mayors were to preside over 
the annual lighting of the great Xmas tree.
It was cold and the preliminary entertainment was
sporadic and less than riveting. I grew tired of waiting
for their limos and so I shoved-off along the midway of 
an Xmas fair culminating in a psychedelic light show
projected within the glass Conservatory of Flowers
 
 
By morbid coincidence it was to be Ed Lee last hurrah
 He died the following weekend of a massive heart attack
Not saying it was caused by the humiliation of
Willie's criticism but it was hard to ignore
the coincidence.
 
Willie wrote it up and said he had trepidation himself
and that Mayor Lee was jovial and cordial
He asked him when they would have their annual Xmas get-together
 
Mayor Lee presided as well over the loss of San Francisco
as we knew it by accommodating the Tech hegemon
in every including the horrifying bomb of a skyscraper
the Sales Force building way out of proportion
taller by a third than the rest of the high rise skyline.
Just saying.
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dec 2017
 
 
For two original blogs on the GG Park Tree Lighting Xmas fair
and the  Psychedelic Conservatory of Flowers 
Check here:
 
 
and here: