Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Election Overage






Ha ha ha
The Cubs and Trump
who would have thunk?




Here are some scenes from this mad ass scene



Morning at the Berkeley
Post Office
Mail Art Election business



Check out the gay cabellero



Let's see,
 an outrageous
reality-TV rich psychopath
or an old bag of potatoes






Very tall woman
on BART  escalator



Bit of sky-scraper herself
let's not ponder
her birth-gender




Atrocious new mural
on the atrocious drive-way
of an atrocious convention center






Sunset held portent





Ancient future
 hieroglyphic mankind
diagram




Cozy pad upstairs
in the Swam marketplace
Lights 
when it gets dark early





 

The neon ghost
of a barber pole





Another of hell's
many entrances





A place of metallic sharks



Giant zika mosquitas





Regrettable things
that fell from space



Passengers, prisoners, lunch
a slippery slope



Relentless stinging insects
that can melt glass




The indifferent gulfs
of deep space





More plastic than fish
in the churning rising sea





Side-show side effects
one of us one of us
the coming of the Morlocks




Written in the spheres
always there to be decoded




Business as usual
behind the fig leaf
of normalcy





Order is temporary
chaos is the default state





Light bulbs of my thoughts
show me the way to go home



 

 You can join in
 the strained mirth





Or withdraw into your room

no one will miss you






 November 8
Election Day



Black Repertory Theater
entrance tiles
Today a voting place




DANG!
is a word I admit
I sometimes use





Angel-centered book
incense crystal
candle figurine etc shop





Groove restoration




Your angel steps out
of heaven each night





These jack-o-lanterns
stay lit all year long
The graffiti obliterators
 spare them


Right near
the Gertrude Stein-obliterating

THERE / HERE



Kind of a misfire really
it annoyed people,
Its intention whatever it was
is generally misunderstood




Watch out, feral girl
we're apparently
going to build a wall





Dramatic high noon
but it's actually 11 AM
The demi-sleep
of a dental appointment







Very shortly
one bus ride later
a freight train approaches
an Amtrak goes away
with Lion King advert
something new













A peaceful recovery
the novocaine wears off
with a little herb and brandy






Went home for supper
brown rice tofu and vegetables
then a nap before coming back
for my rendezvous
with my aforementioned mentor
Doctor Strange




The goatee the cloak the gray streak
 the Greenwich Village pad
the Tibetan Book of the Dead
endless fungible dimentionality
where I'm came from




 November 9
Aftermath


 2 AM
Police cars hold off a march
at 8th street
short of headquarters 
and freeway ramps


Helicopters patrolled thinly
as a demo jelled in Ozawa square
downtown




I went to a late show of Doctor Strange


The radio said the GOP had won
the White House and congress


As I shut my lamp
to go to sleep at 2AM
 a penetrating blue beam
hit the wall above my bed
 a particularly vivid mental flash

I sat in my open window 
and listened to the chanting,
quite well performed and rolling
women's voices were heard
protesting the outcome 
of a presidential as
  free and fair as can be expected

The Clintons may have been an unstoppable force
among Democrats and on Wall Street
but voters just said no,
They had eight years in the White House
who would want them back
older even more corrupt and smug
She had her run at the office
and if she wasn't delusional
even she should have seen
 her own lack of appeal

Guess Natanyahu won't be getting that
invitation from the next president
first day in the ovoid office
as Hillary had boasted to AIPAC













BART collected my fare
without any warning
discontinued stops in downtown
Berkeley due to a high school protest


They ditch school and declare
a holiday to protest 
a democratic system
and um,
cause black lives matter
I had heard on the radio 
but came to town regardless
and now I'm walking a bit










 That's the wall
life splatters



I am applying game theory
determined not to succumb 
to the giant sucking sound



Traffic overruns
the mountains 
and the seas






 I have got to maintain
my all-seeing eye
into the mystical depths



 Of a moist green garden
toward the closing of the year





Running crowds of students
in the middle of downtown street
turning up toward campus 
where the real fun begins
free of teachers free of tests



Down at BART
Protesters fly the upside-down flag
In honor of the defeated
War hawk candidate












7-9 November 2016


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