Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Strolling Oakland: Piedmont Dead End

26 years old

Not to appear a lone haunter
of boneyards

On a late Spring day
I wanted a solitude
and a lawn where I could
discretely remove my shirt

In America
it's customary
to wave the flag
from Memorial day
'til the 6th day of July

Normally I whistle past this place

The guardian balloons closed in on me

It was like a sixties
secret agent TV show
from the UK

The balloons seemed to exude
a viscous membrane

I pushed my way inside

I heard a feint chuckle
then what sounded like
an old old woman weeping

Up a flight of stairs
I heard a consort of viols
playing incredibly
melancholy amorphous
baroque music

I pushed my way out again

As I emerged
a table with tablecloth
came rolling toward me

An earthly enigma
like a magic trick
apparition wearing a shroud
A séance in broad daylight

It was with relief
I escaped the precincts
of the Chapel of the chimes

I found myself in a deep
rhododendron grove

A rousing fountain
in front of a faux façade

Not to sound all
Blair Witch Trail
But it was only later
in image capture repose
that I saw the bicyclist

1874- age 68

Not to sound morbid
but it's a location
to which we all are bound

Another enigma

26 was the age I was
when I first moved
to the area
This is an odd expanse
of Mountain View
only two or three headstones
on an otherwise vacant slope
Very early interments
from the imaginary
nineteenth century

my complete peace
was shared by a young family
remote and inaudible

June 2017


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

Voodoo Ranger

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
 the Port of Oakland

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

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

Bullshit artists
post styrofoam
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


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