Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Back to Berkeley

Freshmen line up for cannabis authorization letters

Every September the city renews its license to locate Bedlam 

Time to hit the books
And chase the dragon

All summer long busy
With the roof to the new monstrosity
Adding to the glare

Under drought conditions 
with the thermometer at eighty degrees,
It's as if the trees are about to burst into flames

A cool overcast day is more than welcomed
Meanwhile the Post Office remains unsold

Guy atop the recycled junk bear downtown

Kids recite their poems at the Watershed festival,
These two boys just read and were well-received

Another day at the People's Park

People can convene there

They can line up at the Food Not Bombs table

And receive an appetizing and healthy meal for free

An apartment building on Dwight near Telegraph

Many a poet crossed this threshold
For an after-reading soiree upstairs

It's a place where you are encouraged
To be who you want to be

Rejecting repression and conformity
Some land on the border of savagery

So why not sport a jaunty hat
and parade around
on Hallowe'en?

September 2015

Saturday, September 26, 2015

The Semiotics of Waterfront Park Berkeley

 The meadows are withered and seer

Endgame on this worrisome drought
May El Nino wash it away 
fill the reservoirs and make the snow pack mount

Guess where I was yesterday

 Walking my way through the signs

 This one is my all time favorite

 Warning: large glowing grasshoppers

 All of West Berkeley is a fiction where the Bay was
And will again be before very long

 And where we're going today...

 Is meta-fictional

 To rect-ambulate the entire rombus
Land built on trash dumped in the Bay

 A map designed to look aboriginal

 Apparently if you feed the wildlife
they crap all over everything

 Bird housing

 I am an I-island

 The way we came 

 A few brief showers
there's always hope

 Here in the dry dry fields

 It's like a Nagasaki cemetery

 Here for solitude peace and awe

 The future is written in clouds

 A snake carcass in the grass

these flowers less often in white

 Our ever-expansive vantage on the bay

 A sudden greensward
Something underground

 There's one of those fat ground squirrels
with two of his bitches,
Not even afraid of me

 Man's got a right to fish for his supper

 My second most favorite sign

 Forget it, sailor

 Boating allowed

 The Berkeley marina

 A common garden
 Berkeley attraction

 This is the electric color more generally encountered
Host to our beloved bee

 Au revoir, Miss Farallones

Nothing left but to await my bus
Feet up on a bench in the breezy sunlight

25 September 2015

Thursday, September 24, 2015

September Sunset Terminal

Sunset junkie

First day of autumn
Portents coming on 

 Addictions are mere habit-formation

 When you live up in the sky you're never lonely
The moon is my room mate

My soul has been psychedelicized

23 September 2015

They keep calling me 

When the saints come marching in

Another night
 another phantasmagoric autumn sunset sky 

It became like unto molten gold,
The biblical miraculous


After this the cloud squadrons turned
sacramental purple 
as they faded into night

24 September 2015

Into the ethereal 

I promise myself I'll stop


25 September 2015


Anatomy of a sunset

 It begins in golden yellows

 Next the pinkening occurs

Then the sky shows pink

29 September 2015

 Lucky old sun

See you next September

30 September 2015