Lost Weekend Found

Laughing skull

urging me on

The Flaneur opens his lids 

for you to see where he's been

1.

Friday evening

Lettrist Cul-de-sac

 The sky as beautiful

a morbid Japanese myth

 I hope I die before 

I get terminally hip

I'm out tonight

 No one home

I can tell

 Haunted by a neon sign 

A closed-up Catholic church

 Welcome here

 

Swimming in an ocean

of calamine lotion

 Some remark to me 

that the streets are risky
after dark

 I can speak for only one

Midnight rambler

 Great tiles

Business came and went

 2. 

Saturday afternoon

Smoking skeleton

let it be zeitgeist

Automobiles are a form

of quantified aggression

Interesting

Dayglo Abortions...

I'm too old for

that kind of stuff now

Action sidewalk

sunshine daydream

I would like to reclaim this building

for a psychedelic shack,

Industrial strengthy

Scene from a short play

by Samuel Beckett

Cafe composite

Roundhouse roundabout

My frequent

Port of call

Red sail in daytime

Forever isn't forever anymore

Lonesome as a dove

 3.

Fourth Sunday,
Tilden Park

What's this? what's this?

Now the crowd will

breathe down at all

who occupy fewer seats

Oh so they don't plan

to ease the over-crowding 

anytime soon,

More room for bikes

Older Mexican in Sunday finery

Forgot to check his hat

for cobwebs

Long slow wait 

for the the uphill bus

To Tilden

In splendid Spring

Water pours through the creek beds

Frisson of rocks and cold

The articial pond

named lake Anza

 in its abundance

Plenty of folks

ready to take a splash in it

Friends find a peaceful spot

As the green lingers 

on the sunniest hillsides

I made a fine friend myself

to share the trail today,

California native

with a Kerouac tattoo

Peaceful walks

 and humorous talk,

Available grace

Sleepy deadhead home

on a subterranean BART train,

all of us ultimately

alone

15-17 April 2016