An ephemeral world
1.
from a slow window
Tamalpais glimpsed afar
there a spilt second
2.
clouds down lonely fourth
statin magenta hourglass
could it be enough
Notes of Woe
Old Oakland so quiet
tonight it hosts a riot
unlocked and loaded
parlous hip hop hiccup
full volume of alcohol
curvy broads in the parking lot
hipster let an oldster
pass in peace
Gone in the Morning
a tree fell on my bed
I slept on instead
now rain collects
in the dent it left
right side of my head
to extract blood from a stone
survive on perception alone
no one can save you
from yourself
you just go on
and hope for the best
rather a farrago than a drudge
those are all the wrong precepts
the right ones grow on trees
no one is there to meet you
when you arrive
at the end of the line
On BART train
to San Francisco
I have to hold on now
the girl in front of me
swept my hand with her hair
testing camel hair
paintbrush #9
(slim tall attractive young
third generation Asian)
residual unconscious response
Hazy Forecast
particulate matter
past participles dangle
in the unswept sky
End of Summer
Vigil on the lawn
two hours too early
for the library at noon
morning smoke out
as time passes
Ducks
and their reflections
fly through the estuary
in perfect calm
splashdown
obliterates
the bifurcation
a breeze picks up
contrast patterns
appear on the surface
wide wingspan
one high-glider
turns slow circles
I see the atomic
level of perception
surround him in the sky
visible invisible
optical template
don't see him
when he disappears
September 2018
refracted reality
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