Floating Toward a Penultimate Bayshore

A fluke day of hot sun temperatures

no ambition but a splash on the edge

1.

Morning embarkment

I shan't be long at sea, my dear

 Watch the mistress, Lionel

 Sunny and clear

warm already,

New mural in a finished state

Turbulence left behind

 Little guys like to pose

 with their stuffed toys

 Jewel like clarity today

 Oh great,

 who clued Homeland Security?

 They must have noticed

when I swiped my clipper 

Oaklandside

 2.

Windows on the Wharf

 Oysters revitalize my world

 A blessed moment here,

 Optimal weather

and scant tourists

Buoyant 

to the point of exhilarating

 all around

 3.

 The beach is mine

 One big smile

Earthy and marine

 Standing out in the frigid bay

I feel a bit free

 The Egret

Look who showed up,

mid-day on the public beach

His realm for another few months

June brings too many people 

I hope that the egret will

 forgive my brief annoyance,

And that you will indulge me

in the following sequence

 I've gone to seed 

Gone to the birds

Taking a break in the shade

 Can you believe it?

I fell asleep

 5.

Indoors Outdoors

Fine Distinction 

 Though I exhibit here

my visions of the quotidian world,

I am in fact a full-time Surrealist

 Groovisimus,

draw me in

I'm hooked

 Naps that take place

in paintings of old ships

 

 The Imagination

 Remnant of rudder and bow

 The old sailor's chest,

An inward life

in the ultimate outside

 The ocean of the oneiric

Always ready to overwhelm

 The lifeboat, the whaler, the skiff

Away, away,away

The smiling fish

Timeless archetype

of a sea-food dinner

 In decorative tile

Centrifugal force of the sea

 Here at the edge of the world

 6.

Appropriated Lanterns

 The eye

 and its extensions

 Invitation au Voyage

 Young people don't even remember 

how it used to be

 Sometimes the meta-narrative

breaks down

And I recall it's all

a movie

 7.
Circling the earth

Louie, Louie 

Me got to go

 I left my lock in San Francisco

 Like the back of an alligator

We trail off

A journey to the East bay

 The bridge stands in the current,

Theoretical fixity

The two bridges

bridged by the clouds

of a Pacific afternoon

 Ships of the Port

Ever in transit

 A field of gulls

A slow boat from China,

we draw near

 Party people aboard the boat

The bar is busy on this run

Landing in Oakland,

same old, same old

6 April 2016