Thursday, March 31, 2016

The Doll As Surrogate

Jekyll and Hyde Park Soapbox

 Downtown Berkeley BART plaza,
A man was turning round and round
and shouting

 Reagan was the Beast
but apparently so is Obama,
"Stealing...will be so bad
they will do away with money"
I dig that

 Even if all this was completely true
Not very much you can do
When no one will listen
To your prophesy?

A Black man was hiding back there
Shouting his words
Into the white dummy

29 March 2016

Drive-by Archive


 Semi-urban east bay scene
A burst of living color

 Interstice with trees

 Tattoo emporium
Serving an ever-growing need

An ever-growing need
 for some shade

The pawn-shop of suspicion
Haunted by old despair

The Smokehouse
on Telegraph Ave
Corner of my old street

The Piedmont

Playing field on Linda


Great knobby trees along here
Wisteria coming on

Overarching oaks
I go by here often

Contemporary dad and son

Abode of the succulents

This kid just got off our bus

Bye, kid

Cemetery cul-de-sac
Green hills behind

Repository of human ash

Youth under a tree
evocative shadows
helicopter sky

The Ridge
under construction
former Ghosttown shopping center

The burgeoning green

Fellow was painting 
New melodrama mural

Berkeley playing field 
in my old neighborhood,
Former Iceland at other end

The Piedmont Redux

 The Little League


 Two baseball games at once

Confident stride
My all-time drive-by favorite shot
I saw the two boys cross Piedmont
Then I lost them
 but tried anyway

 This spooky little one
Twigged the old guy on the bus

 I love to see children run
A vicarious joy

 Looking at the world 
through my windshield

Pleasant Valley Saturday

March 2016

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Easter Bayshore Holiday Part One


Easter Sunday

Guess where I am

If you guessed Alameda...
A tree uniting all

So cute and bungaloid

Fascinating flora

God's golden shore


First stop the bird pond
Where it was all go,
All about mating

Seagulls kick up a ruckus
Folks throwing them food,
Don't think they are supposed to

Ducks are adamant
The coot had to scoot

There's the beach,
Not many brave the on-shore breeze

There's the water,

Up here with the gulls
and the kites

Oh happy day

Checking out the local hangs

Today's expedition selects
As it's far point
That pointy point of land


The big winter bird population
Has split by now

What they do?
Father forgive them they know not,
How I admired this great cypress
Growing right on the shore


I move on
Delightful Arabic girls
Explore the bright beach scene
They are well-behaved and respectful

My proverbial Marine lunch
They even gave us blue tablecloths today
Of course the wind has other ideas,
Raisins, candied ginger,
"Girl Scout Cookies"

My nearest neighbor,
New green branches
Ever tossing in the wind

The Arabic women and girls
Sit together in the grass
The men sit at another table,
Wonder if they are Christian

Nutrient rich bay,
Benign sunshine

I come to my point

Young able-bodied people
Turn back

Not me, baby
I go out on the rocks

I sit out on the water

Fisherman gets lucky
Three fish on one line

Shiny new hand-railing 
Installed this Winter
On the submarine walkway

Think I'll doff me boots,
Carry them in my knapsack

Time for my walk-on-the-water routine,
And so I do

27 March 2016