Saturday, July 30, 2016

Neo-Berkeley Arts


A capital of California culture
Follow Le Flaneur
on his aesthetic rambles
around the town

Look out
here comes the burning man


His face opaque
and inexplicable

as a ritual that matters

Oak Tree Paradox

The old stone house

Security is an illusion
Life is always a roll of the dice

Old wicker hope chest
Fiber arts 
at the Arts Passage

Strange disquiet
like a Gothic novel

All along the banks
of the royal canal

Wild Boar
 falls to the hunt
fresh meat for the table

Barefoot youth 
plays his electric cello

A noble and serious
 young musician

A passer-by was moved
to commence an
 interpretive dance

Sojourner Truthiness

Mail art opening
at ye old Berkleley P. O.

Faced with a certain criticism
I recall the words of Our Lord
Who said, 
Let he who hath not been stoned
Cast the first stone

add dimension
to mind

Proverbial one-thousand cranes
sort of a hollow cliche 
by this point

She was practicing clarinet
 her licorice stick in a cloth bag

Peachy summer outfit
for a Berkeley gal

Drive-by Brexit

Are you ready for the country?
because it's time to go

Adieu to the bookshops

Shabby Irish-American pub
Once managed to ditch some
pretentious elitist friends of Boron
by suggesting this place

Skies over beautiful
low-rise Berkland

CCAC looking rural
and unspoiled

 All's well
that ends well

July 2016

Friday, July 29, 2016

Dharma Beach Bum at 64


It's a traditional
tatooed Navy town

 I'm over in Alameda
on my birthday

 And it's July twenty-eighth
 my birthday 
same day of the year
 as Marcel Duchamp,
Maybe I'll get a crew-cut

Or my very first tattoo

 Considered these options
for like a split-second
and then came to my senses
maybe a escematic stroke,
a trompe l'oeil window
of the mind

Perhaps I'll stay
 with my original design
and wait for the bus
to the beach

Relaxation was my theme
these image captures 
were incidental

 Rent a kite-board,
keep going

 Just another almost featureless
shallow tide with brilliant sun
and persistent breeze

 I woke from a light nap
and found the gulls had
huddled around me,
they recognize peace

 The marks left by
time and the hand of man

 Just a pleasant 
low-key location

 For the young 
and for the old

 A visual cry

 I'll remember you 
great tree 
then eventually I'll will forget

 All summer long
we've stayed quite cool
while a heat dome 
torments the nation

 All along the telegraph
the wind chips away at us

 A day of indeterminate size
having taken shape,
grace indeed came falling

 When I came in 
this was waiting

For the person across the hall
 but not for me,
No diggity mylar anyway


 I'm fine with the flag I flew

 Nativity over,
just another day
after all

Everyday Dharma

28 July 2016