Friday, June 23, 2017

On the Prowl







Hot or cold
I'm snug
under my lamp


My non-redneck neck
of the concrete jungle
Join me in my curiosity shop



Shrouded in commerce
and construction



White picket fences
hop-scotch and
lemonade stands



Chased by a Voodoo Ranger


 
Can't stop the carrots
carotene helps you see
them coming up
and going down





Clouds doing their job
cooling
 the Port of Oakland









A sweet new Irish spot
on lowest Broadway
photo of Oscar Wilde
that sort of place


Slainte
a bottom's up
blessing from Eire



Look for ward to a visit
someday soon,
join me






A grid-map
to remind me
it's again precisely
that time of year






 Get me off my velvet throne
and out walking





Ye Olde Curiosity Shop
when I pass it by
after twilight descends
I get a sensation
that someone is watching
from within






 Ship window
in an office arcade
social well-being and
public defense





A nice feeling
in the dry garden
sidewalk







Bullshit artists
post styrofoam
dialectics
in serial form



Local critics obliterated
each and every one






 Shout out to Seymour!
We need more
near-sighted cannoneers
like him today






He's still around
making the scene


Such as it is,
An insufferable elitist
next door is attempting
to snuff out the
Opera house







Time to return
to my rocking chair
and my classical radio,
to a jar of brandy
and a big fatty






May-June 2017












Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Click Clack Click-Through















Freight train
to the End of Time





Freight train, freight
moving so fast

























2017













 Here's Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band
performing the original tune "Click Clack":




Tuesday, June 20, 2017

A Flower Child's Garden of Verse







On the last full day of Spring 2017
not so much verse
but haiku-esque
orphan inscriptions
disowned by Tennyson
and by Basho















content northern breeze
long time under some old oaks
at last the heat broke


firecrackers
of unseen origin
nearby in the trees
gulls instantly take to the wing
vast numbers of geese
come walking intently
to the cove
of the estuary
called a lake



different movements
in the top of various trees
today came the marine air


yellow bumble bees
in plush team jackets
work the orange poppies



high fliers frolic
like hyper butterflies
then jet off
utterly agile
air command
are these swifts?



iridescent green
hummy in and out deep pink
then onto yellow-red

one of two bee-birds
original blue angels
only more dazzling

rapid thrusts to pierce
yellow-red bunches relentlessly
 jousting for nectar


hovering here now
a large monarch heraldic
in orange and black




vehicle backs up beeping
squirrels having none of that
dashes past on the footpath


a noisy small plane
red squirrel's not having it
dashes again past my bench




one of the compensations
for losing one's looks
is to see the difference
in people
from when one was young
and at least somewhat
 attractive
the wisdom of it



second dark black man
passes by who perhaps
would enjoy occupying
this last shady seat

slender young
in a white t-shirt
makes a swishy
hand gesture
as he shuffles off
in oh snap
dismissal

when someone
assumes I'm cruising
I think
assume what you may
but please you don't
have to let me know
you're not interested

neither am I



two boys two girls
Mex kids reaching  the fountain
squeals of utter joy




Near the fountain
under a bench
a large dead animal
maybe a roof rat
who lived in the palms
I told myself it was
an opossum
told a garden worker
on the path out,
an affable African-American
he bordered on
incredulity
How big?
he gestured seven inches
I held up fourteen...
motherfucker


Death in the Garden
a film in English
by Luis Bunuel
































Prequel























In the after Mass
the cathedral's till buzzing
Christ's after-image












19 June 2017
























Friday, June 16, 2017

Berkeley Squared















June is the swoon round here
students evacuate
the sun is hot the air is cool




On becoming
reflective
and empty





Suitcase for the timid







native flash
and filigree





Guess you better
slow your mustang down






Primordial
like a catfish



Mustang Sally was parked
in front of this building



And parked right next to it



What I believe
used to be called
a Cobra


 Shelby?
Some ego-nerd must have
bought the company




Becoming Summer lawns






Blues cruise

 
on the Potomac
historic presidential yacht


I listened to them warm up
 from landing where
it was loud enough indeed



I know my natural blues
and they could play it
You can't last a month in Oakland
without a very funky drummer



This sculptural chariot
was stashed Portside
probably belongs to a cop
or fireman














Tangle of Spring






Back to the North Pole
beware of the polar bears



FREE
if you are



He who dies with the most toys
loses



Really past due time
for adult men
to get rid of the sports
and toy collections
and act like men













Call me RAY Man







In my imagination
I am in following in
Jimi Hendrix' footsteps



May-June 2017