Scuttled

Indigo mermaid

Stir-crazy and in search of adventure, 

the Flaneur set out one mid-day 

to see about a cruise on the Bay

 Local girls used to waiting for thundering trains to pass by

The image capture device makes it look like the trains are stopped

Trust me, they are moving

Not a big turn-out for the ferry,

As I devoured my cannabis cookie,

I kept hoping for the sky to be half-empty

 If anything it got colder and breezier,

A really feisty marine layer coming this way,

There goes the ferry without me

 But hey, the show must go on,

I had my cookie and I'm high

I'll utilize the aesthetic attenuation

Closer to home

 A little overcast and wind and the place is deserted,

This guy left the snake to guard

His private garden of eden

 It's still summertime,

And I'm color-enhanced

 

 No reason not to learn a little

Even on vacation, or in my case

The Permanent Vacation Club

(I co-founded a chapter with Jan Kerouac years ago)

How would you like to spend a winter in Alaska 

In something like Jack London's old log cabin?

 Inside it was a little raw, I suppose,

Survival at its most uncooked

 Forty-eight star flag 

Hanging out in front of Heinold's 

First and Last Chance Saloon

 It's the real deal

If perhaps a little over-historicized

 A mutual admiration society, really

"Tales of the Fish Patrol,"

On my reading list

 National Register of Historical Places,

Well, I'll be,

John Barleycorn must die

 The sky of blue

Seemed to squint 

and then was gone

 This prehistoric cold-wave

Is headed for Concord, over the hills,

Usually they swelter while we have sweater weather

 

 What they call a steady sea breese

And then the sky parts over the Bay,

I've shot my shot, so here I'll stay

Here's comes the next ferry,

A speed boat alongside

 There's that speed demon,

Probably just wants to get in out of the wind

 I had lunch at a relatively wind-free table

Up near the mock lighthouse

 Can you tell what country this is in?

Bay shorelines and waterways,

Uterus, ovaries, and fallopian tubes

The whole kit and kaboodle

    Time for this one to hit the road

 In Oakland bobble-heads are big

 Sometimes an expression of  paranoid-schitzophrenia,

Maybe kind of an affectation

 This is the primordial produce district,

Somewhat run-down in patches

 Sometimes re-puposed

 Still serving in many cases a time-honored purpose,

I love avocados and mushrooms

 A B-B-Que with nan R & B ambiance

 I'm always good,

I enjoy my time no matter where,

Deepen the dig, that's my advice

 I don't get to see the night lights of San Francisco,

Not going anywhere too soon

Not until we're all under the water again

The clouds lingered around

Growing bright and dragonlike

At the closing of the day

10 August 2015