Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Lost City

















Do Not Hit, Swing, or
 Climb
On Pinocchio




The Flaneur excavates
a strange forgotten civilization,
can you say where it is located
just from internal clues?




Drive-by after the time travel tunnel







Ye olde publick library



City Hall
in use



Fountain larger than the house


Odd heraldic formalism
symbolic structures where
secret societies flourish





The dominant religious faith here
as in most of America
is Star Wars-derived

Knock on any door
on the threshold of occultation
Secret knock required




The heartland so-described




 
The Elks Club







A Tolerant community
where odd and ornate religions
are welcome






But not now
a junk shop
the worn household items
the kooky bric-a-brac





Dementia forever



Where our title comes from,
we had noticed already





Steak and hot cakes for me, please





The Oakland hills as imagined
from a thoroughly automotivated ideal
petrochemical dystopia



Meanwhile

Elks are drowning
on sunken tundra
in rivers grown too wide
in melting permafrost

No one could imagine
a better way




















Mr and Miss A_______ 2017








Crack the sky,
before hip-hip,before the cholos,
before prison cults of baggy ass display,
there has always been the working man's union







Now there's a pile
suggests the old way of life
that transpired hereabouts







A beautiful theater
I haven't been it to yet
but I shall now endeavor
wonder what's playing?


 
Rogue One,
a Star Wars story?
jesuschrist





I'dbetter say my serenity prayer






I'll get over myself
and bid farewell for now
to the subterranean artifacts
of a proper pop culture







Wonder what awaits me
 back in Oakland proper....





Serenity now,








serenity now




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