The Week

moonchild

The Flaneur walks forward 

and looks back

 The week began with Saint Valentine's Day

 Always makes me nostalgic

For the good old days

Nowadays

 It's an endless war on terror

A daily grind keeping the homeland safe

Let's pull up a chair

We'll play old-fashioned love songs

 2.

Monday was Dead Presidents' day
Sweet and balmy weather indeed
For want of better way to spend it
I was down by the water of course

The absence of beeping and banging at the Port

Was welcome but so were the noisy trains

As I sat and dreamed away an afternoon

A fair crowd collected 

for the Ferry to San Francisco

Here it comes 

Under the radiant sunlight

Naturally there's an inclination to join them,

I tend to prefer the "off" days to the busy holidays

Happy to be where I am

A pleasure boat pulls in

Flying an unusual flag,

 

Old Glory with rainbow stripes,

When I think about how I had to fight

For every red-white-and-blue patch on my ass,

Today's butt pirates get a free ride

It's plum blossom time

A real sidewalk scene,

 Encephalopod's are out

 Flowering 

Outside the matte black night club of infamy

 Fish Kunst erupts

3.

Spooky defrocked church with pagan symbol

 Midnight walk 

Between the rain storms 

Thursday night past,

Lightning struck itself

4.

Friday nighty din din

A California tajine 

with tofu and whole wheat cous cous,

I make a hot meal every evening,

Everything come out my kitchen very good

Pepper sauce and fresh garlic
 mandatory

My Bizarre Valentine,
shortbread cookies

5.
Saturday

 A day of aesthetic pursuit

After a timely visit to my herbal provender
I felt the glory of a lovely day walking

.
Down through campus
This torguing tree attracted my eye
 The creek runs just by

 At times it's hard to avoid the perception
That our way of life
has doom written all over it

 The sensual thrill of it all
hasn't yet gone
A color wheel of sound and heat

 
By week's end
the full moon

February 2016