Friday, March 1, 2013

Asteroid Miss, Meteor Hit



The Flaneur recalls the fifteenth of February, in many regards a singular day. A balmy mid-winter day with sparkling sunshine encouraged my adventure by train to the Embarcadero in San Francisco. There I sat out on a pedestrian pier and had lunch. These were random jottings from my perch above the placid bay waters.



wanting someone who does not want you
can be a form of hatred
-----wantred


indigo girl
passes by on the pier
who does not want you?


three or four futuristic sail units
towed by power boats
like slender billboards


perpetual swivel seat
cartoon rocket ship replica
retro pyramid building


bridge tourniquet



appearance of a rolling breaker
perpendicular to shore



there's always someone else in san
 francisco


three thirty bells toll
four descending
four ascending



jack herrer, grand-daddy purple
even leftover girl scout cookies
too high to go to Mass
(by a long shot)



Port of San Francisco

70 degrees on a calm bay
no large ships
scant traffic
remote sailboats
the ferries come and
are gone
come again
turn around to reverse in quietly





by accident I
saw my butt in the mirror
     last night
---mistake





15 February 2013