Batman Roundabout

Red turns to green

Niche Berkeley

The Flaneur lived nearby for many years and walked here countless times

The places you see everyday become sacred to you. When you move aware and come back there is an echo of this. You remember when you felt it more, but there has been a red shift in the light from that that system of stars

My pad on Woolsey had a lot of shade and

here there sunny benches to read, write and otherwise enjoy

Batman Street so re-named by denizens

has a legacy of counter-cultural legacy

  The Bohemian front garden of  a ceramicist sculptor

 A thicket of flowers 

A fairytale for children

 With a suitably storybook house

 Severe lines of this imposing house

Suggest pilgrim settlers

Witchcraft in the family cupboard

 Threshold of a wooden dwelling place on Batman

 I took a little detour on my way from the Claremont library 

To the natural foods supermarket

To try to see if I could run into a friend who probably still lives here

She helped to record God Nose at KPFA studio in the late 1990s

Lately I listen to her midnight radio program

Last saw her ten years ago when she took me
to see Bob Dylan play at the Paramount

It was the first time I thought he was slightly boring

 There's no bakery and no cafe here

Nor was there ever

They must dig the sign though once in a while

They can avoid hitting it with their car

 Red is the new green

These flowers around my ankles

Were like Aztec bells

March 2015