Thursday, September 29, 2016

First Breeze After Heat Wave


85 degrees and over
what's a temperate cat to do?
slip away to the shore 

 Look who's lurking
by the CATS entrance

 In the mood
for fast food

Get the ball

 get the ball

 Sometimes I wonder if
certain over-burdened types
don't resent my apparent leisure

 No fork-lifting
no lifting fork

 It's my little pals
we saw each other coming in on the bus
 with their unsmiling Mexican babysitter,
they said hello to me

 Running down to Crab Cove
little kids often seem to love old gray RAY
As I veered on my way
one called after, bye,
Bye-bye, have fun

 The heat is unrelieved

 at the beach

Fat ground squirrels
bask in it on 
sun-hot rocks

 The shorebirds
don't seem to mind,
If I take a quick dunk
then join the squirrels

 As soon as I was dry
I was too hot again,
Had to move to a lifeboat
a picnic table in the shade of a tree

 Time passed,
had refreshment,
then a subtle stirring
coming south from the Gate

 A boy climbed up
to feel the first cool breeze


 Raises his arms
taking flight

when you go up high

 It's not as easy 
to come back down

It's not Summer anymore
the trees up the street are varicolored 
the sun moves apace

 blows in with the breeze
white egret fishing


 A state of universal
compassion for the earth
and all living things

Earth art clocks
they keep turning
and will continue to 
with and without you

Kids investigate the mud
of low tide

 An older boy brings out 
a dog on a leash,
not permitted actually
 with all our delicate birds

 He seems responsible though
and the kids warmly greet the dog,
small celebrations
 I vicariously join in

Wonder and novelty
for all concerned

Time for me to fish
or cut bait,
See you later, Alameda

27 September 2016

The Black Body


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Busride into Twilight

Toothy grill
to meet the world

Strange days are on us
 migration turns to peregrination,
 Getting dark earlier and earlier,
September pulls away from
from the loading zone

 Girl on the 51 bus

 Brain candy 
for dull minds

 No hard-working dwarf 
feels happy underneath
a gynocracy

Berkeley where
the wild things are

 Underdog triumphant,
Ugly step-sisters
meet a separate fate

 I've instructed my butler
to order up a batch
of fresh ones

 Some root for the
Evil Queen,
others favor a troll named

 She wed a bestial husband,
 poor thing


 This country is
not ruled by queens

 Appointment in the Lorin

I'm a little early

Feral applique

This thing is in 2 1/2 dimensions
Strange street art even by Flaneurian standards,
Strips and brushstrokes blur

Picasso Popeye
thought to originated in
ancient Greece

Heading home

Summer's last sunset,
Phone pole
on Piedmont

Getting a little dense

I thought,
Eternity hangs over the cemetery
and started to drive-by the sky

Linda street hill coming down
past the school and the playing fields

Lady in stripes
She was sitting next to me on the bus,
I once told her
I thought she had style
She shaves her round head
 leaving French poodle puff of hair

Oakland's historic movie palace

The Grand Lake Theater

Sort of has a face tonight

20 September 2016