Druidic portent,
O Stoned, look high
A hidden ruins, a world of wonder, all on the way home
Building security guard emerged afterward,
Just reading about people
Hassled for taking photos in public places
Check-in counter
At the Sunblock Hotel
Flip city carpet
Wee Willie Winkie schlept here
Edifices cross the street
Some still in use,
Relics of Oakland's past
The towering sign of the old
Swan's marketplace
Re-purposed now,
People live in pads on the second floor,
Perfect for the exhibitionistic
Totebag and Taboo,
Manage your day 'til dark
Swans market gone all artisanal
A camouflaged market exists in this building
Entrance around back
Looters stop there for beer
Here's where we cross the street
Can't say I approve of this den of vice,
It creates a bellicose vibe on weekend nights
Liege, how pretentious
I peer in windows of shops,
Does that make the Flaneur a voyeur?
Windows tell
The second story of the world
The Flaneur bringing it all back home
May 2015
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