May Day on the Bay Part 1.

Hint

A lackadaisical day in May
 stiffened by the breeze

Where do suppose I was yesterday?

And we're off

earl-lye in the morning,

well before noon

To what's-your-angle city

A brief stop to deboard the rubes

and off again

Here's where the real 

exhilaration begins

Into the exciting North bay

Venerable Marin county

Sloping up to Tamalpais

Thrill-seekers make

 for the Golden gate

The marine influence

hovers back like 

a frozen godzilla

Breezy indeed

but sun glorious sun abounds,

There's that paranoid submarine

The ultra-popular sour dough bakers

Wheat sign needs a touch of paint

They charm the kids by baking

breads shaped like alligators

Today's exemplar in life-size

 The beating bloody tawdry heart 

of mean old Frisco

The colossus of Fisherman's Wharf

San Francisco's true playground

Crime abounds around the edges



Illegal steals gun
from a Fed's parked car
shoots girl dead
Streets of San Francisco episode

You feel like the entire district

is poised to devour you

Roister boatmen
cajole passersby 

to join them on the waves

underneath the bridge

Nothing like a set of paints

to bring out pretension

is he proud or annoyed?
 Chinese are so inscrutable,

Not a lot of tourists today actually

Seems like a lot of area kids

are visiting Hyde Street Pier

Relax,

not today's paper

Many have gone hereabouts

to consult Old Davy Jones

and some do still

 

The risk and the reward

of the Sea

I got as just far 

as the Hyde Street pier myself

Conditions were such

 I sheltered on the small beach

To have my relaxation and lunch

You can see the steady breeze

The deserted main stretch of beach

In my corner patch

I'm in the warm sun 

and out of the wind

the tide respires at my feet

No matter how brisk

I still go in the water

It's

the only way to
extraordinary experience

 Slightly mesmerized

I forget myself

 merely a part of the flow

As in poem and proverb

Peace comes falling slow

The dragon of chilly fog

barely withdraw

now sends tentative tentacles 

onto the Bay

Men in florescent work vests

took a launch out to the Thayer

It's all newly rebuilt,

Celebration is planned

Someone
writes his name
in transient sand

The tide wipes it out,
impermanence

Strange rust figure in the sand

Strange theater of rust

in an old rotten piling

Strange tree

bares up in the constant wind

(to be continued)

10 May 2016