Showing posts with label Xmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Xmas. Show all posts

Monday, December 27, 2021

Orbiting the Center


 

 

Urban Yuletide
Psycho-geography
of Oakland Center

 

 

 
 
The most Christmas sound heard today
Bells tolling from the old time tower 




 
From 8th to 18th and back
on an aleatory quest for rolling papers 



 
An eye open for Holiday eye-candy
 
 

 
City Center somber & deserted
 

 
Corporate Christmas 
predominates
 
 
 
 
Incandescent empty space
 
 
 
 
Pandemic measures drag on
 
 
 
Line for vaccinations on Xmas Eve
 
 

 
Not to be too macabre about it
 
 

 
Squad car blinking
outside an eldritch hotel
Must be Santa
 
 

 
Mural on the windowless back wall of a building
no doubt were another edifice once stood 
It used to be of a white knight first-responder
I suppose it changes periodically
 


 Front of the same groovy building
like many of them-- occupied by lawyers


 
Street tree sky clouds chandelier window 



 Land of ice and even snow

 
Blade runners
 

 
 People's Republic of Oakland


 
 The Sharks
local mob 
 

 
Mural of extravagant hands
 

 
Screen memory
 

 
 
Weird world in here 



 
 Weird through and through
inside and out
 
 



 
Boarded-up theater
 

 
That's Oakland for you
 

 
In my naivete
I await a renaissance
 
 
 

 
This wasn't always Stinky...
Must have changed hands 



 
Here's a humble soul showing good cheer
 
 

 
 A swanky uptown tavern
 
 
 

 
A delightful and dainty display 
Must be a jewelry store or some such
 
 

 
Nothing says Noel
like a study pair of cruel shoes
 

 
 It's a refined dildo and porn emporium
Well I'll be
 

 
 It's a spiritual thing--
yoga and yabyum
yoni and lingam
the whole jewel in the lotus
 
 
 
 
 


So Ray comes full circle
Scored 3 packs of my preferred rolling papers
gave a guy spare change
Smoked along my route
And finished my last block home
in a brief cloudburst






24 December 2021
 
 
 

Saturday, January 6, 2018

New Year's Eve Weekend











A soft parade
ghosts of auld langs syne
Sweet meats and spicy
victuals
Spirits and figments
of Yuletude imaginings

Saturday
a Visit to
Mountain View
Cemetery




So lovely
so lonely
when the air is crisp







Really a glorious landscape
more celebratory
than mournful
in the eyes of many
who come here








Pseudo-psychedelic
dyed flowers
To decorate
the gaping void




Nothing more
color expansive
than a leaf






Strange sad things
a child's grave
decked with toys
for Xmas






Timeless things
a winter stronghold
for a murder of crows


Xmas cheer
for 95 year old grandma
filing cabinet drawer
of cremains







Red and green
predominate in
Thanatopolis









How fair and green
goes the rainy scene
a pleasure to be here




My soul's recurrent 
psychedelia








Maybe some day we'll rise
up from the tomb






Abandon
this artificial paradise
and go home



30 January 2017






Actual New Year's Eve
afternoon and
I'm on the town already





Expressionistic
 brick wall


On the last day of the year


Little boy blue
brave innocent
stands for the New Year
Old white grandpa
retiring to a bench
like the passing year



A lot of anxiety
along the fraught streets
near me


Did you know that the Potomac
was once scuttled (sunk)
and then was refloated,
like it be a symbol
of this Democracy



The donkey is ailing




Today I've refloated myself
over the Grand Avenue
Home to this stately redwood
which I notice regularly



It's a bustling trendy street
Some things trend
in regrettable directions
You heard,
 Boot and Shoe Service?


I think one should
get out the finery
on New Year's Eve


I've gone a tad Tartan
perhaps a Taddy Porter,
or a chewy McKewan's
Scotch ale?


By all means
wear whatever you think
looks cool


And it ain't no sin
to take of your skin
and dance around in your bones



I need a final secret ingredient
for my holiday victuals
so I'm come by the
hectic supermarket


Then continued a few blocks
over to the Morcam rose garden
a dearly-held respite


An enchanting grove
of adolescent Redwoods



Writhing oaks
not red creature on upper limb
a red squirrel perchance


O Rose of the world
we last but a short time
in our glory


Forget balloon drops
and confetti,
The sky at sunset is
enough celebration for me


The explosions
will commence
round about midnight



But first the clouds
become as roses
in front of my eyes









31 January 2017