Monday, August 31, 2015

RAY's Rogues Gallery

Salvadore Dali and Walt Disney
I don't know how much I owe my uncles

 Out of storage and into porridge,
A dozen white cats with legs 
selected  at random 
from le Flaneur's subterranean stuffness

Jack Kerouac
Dali said he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen

William S. Burroughs 
Searching for hallucinogen Yage

 Paul Bowles
Composer and author


 Gerry Mulligan
Irish-American giant of cool jazz

 Fred Neil
A master of those who know
Wavy Gravy and I were talking
 Over the phone about Bob Dylan
I mentioned I still had all of Fred's LPs
Wavy's seismometer jumped up several chakra

James Dean
Original 50s wallet photos

Early hero of me youth,
I've had this 45 for 55 years

Jim Morrison 
On Crown Beach Alameda California 
This is a keepsake from an exhibit in Alameda
Of his high school artwork

 Charlie Watts
 Rolling Stones 1981 tour souvenir book,
Charlie is my darling

Rotten Johnny Rotten
Singer song writer
I've met him and one other of these gentlemen
Who do you suppose the other one is?

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Hot Town Summer in the City

Down by the far point of the Oakland estuary again
Waiting on a friend

Another hot day in Flaneurland

Whether we be made of dark chocolate, milk chocolate, or white
When it hits eighty degrees around here we all melt,
Chinese get more like dewy pork buns

 Oh where, oh where can my little pal be?

Here he is!
He's glad to see me too!
He brought his human with him,
My oldest California friend, a professional keyboard player
 I've had the honor of collaborating with for 35 years
Most recently doing jazz poetry with his improvisations
In a San Francisco nightclub

Good old R-man

 We found a suitable sylvan spot 
 Kind weed in the shade

 Time passes pleasantly
While high wind sheered clouds into parallelograms
A WWII bomber for a moment

 After we split I went on to the natural foods supermaket
 but realized I left my reading glasses behind
I went back, didn't find them
So I spent more time lying in shady green grass
As the heat of the day slowly went past

 After dinner
I realized I'd been grossly over-charged
went out to catch a bus back to the lake again
A crown-like aura radiated over the setting sun
Far beyond my crepuscular neighbor

 What's that I see?
Well, that explains everything
All the mild snafus and the rapid change in mood

The mass of the full moon
Gaining buoyancy in a night tide


 Marquee Moon,

I remember
How the darkness doubled

The movie playing was "Some Like It Hot"

28 August 2015

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

August Round Town



As the cookie crumbles 
still digging the scene

 Looks like Grover Norquist stopped here
On his way to Burning Man

Berkeley USA,
Coming at you

Some alienation perhaps

 Always plenty of eye candy 
If you know where to look

BART tracks, North Berkeley

 Don't sleep too long
This drowsy afternoon

 Summer's clock is ticking


 Better shake a tail feather

If merman I should be

 The student returns prepared
For whatever may come his way

Yoga Chic

Summer 2015

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Netherworld Locale

Lonesome Echo-location

The Flaneur haunts the lonely streets but never feels alone
--a noirist baptism of solitude


 Urban landscape at crepuscule

 The evening falls over the security state complex

 The moon it is a boat, my love


  A small protest on a warm night, 
Helicopters  hover like hellish mosquitos

 The city shifts into the underworld

At night it's a different world,
The quaint corner coffee house
Has extinguished its lights

 A disorienting, puzzling,
sometimes troubling region

 It's the Old Oakland Hotel

 Contrast between the dark and the light
Plays tricks on the windows of night

A Deconstructionist cafe


 The ceiling fans turn in the semi-dark,
The ghost of Ratto's

 No Italian fruit bread for you,
All the non-combatants have fled the area


Even the Mexicali Rose is closed,
 Just a private after-hours affair 

Too late for the tattoo joint

Comic books made of skin
Hypnotism and nitrous oxide
 ATM and smart phone
Attention span, attention span, attention span...

How the cops see themselves,
Followed by grandiose state-funded funerals

The jailers and the bailers
Keep long business hours

Separated at birth
In a black marble void

July-August 2015