Did I mention it was also
Chinese Year of the Groundhog
The Flaneur had another Groundhog's day
exactly like every other
Groundhog's Day,
The Surrealist holiday
as declared by Franklin Rosemont
in ARSENAL
The Journal of Surrealist Subversion
The only major national holiday devoid of religion or patriotism
It also bespeaks an atavistic animism many yearn for
Evoking First Nation wisdom and insight
commonly derided as superstition
They talked about crystalline visibility
On the radio today,
I'm taking a marine lunch
Down to the sunny but brisk portside,
No body's beeswax if I do
High definition realism, actually,
The wind was something you could endure
The wind was something you could endure
Daydreaming
The clouds were palpable, baby
The four-dimensional view of reality that is
The parallel universe always there
You must merely set sail
Outside
Calmness and peace prevail
Alongside the humming beeping
Activity next door at the Port
Like the passing trains
made agreeable by my silicon earplugs
Unusual angle on the floating lighthouse
No pleasure craft out today,
I found a windless spot
I found a windless spot
Where I started to get hot
Free-styling in the radiance
February the 2nd
Mild when out of the wind
Mind-mainfesting sun water and clouds
Down to the crossroads,
But I talk to no devils there
Patriotic flag-display at the well-funded Coroner's Office,
Reflecting that I avoided the place another year,
I walk on
Time to go inside
Maybe a movie
I saw my shadow
2 February 2016
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