The Flaneur offers his oath to get back
to select vignettes reflected upon in repose
to conclude a week of hasty news-cam
 portmanteau
 In the East Bay libraries
Karl Marx retains a place of honor
I first read a book of his thought
borrowed from the Peoples' University
as the stone above the door read
Yet the plutocracy
worsens still
With their cigars and their bourbon
Their war-hen womenfolk
With their poverty rows
 Their master and servant routines
To what do the desperate resort?
 Brazen seizures of
public property
 Against the wall
 still roofless
What remains left to them?
 The police station 
the courthouse 
 and the jail
 Sunday
Extra-sexy David 
Here comes this guy
It's like he knows 
he's bizarre
Every tomato season 
I think
 Heaven comes to earth
 Don't allow the Flag
to touch the chicken
The ride on Dad's shoulders
an archetype
I ate my standard marine lunch,
brandy and brisling sardines 
pumpernickel  and almond butter
 at a table below that
fake light house structure
This was the view from there
San Francisco-Port of Oakland-Mt Tamalpais
Thought I'd follow the current
 A  12 bus took me from 
 Jack London Square
 to the other end
of the bifurcated estuary
What's with all the people?
 Nice but what's your demand
to overturn the election?
I sang
 This Land is Your Land
Gob-smacked
Enjoy yourself
it's later than you think
 I didn't stand around
to hold hands
I had to keep a date
with some organic produce 
Monday
 Olive Oyl and Sweet Pea
 Flying eye-ball building
sees all
sees all
Daunting entrances
on Alcatraz 
Posh pub?
Actually the carrot a 
an employment agency 
No brew for me
it's a night of codeine 
Tuesday, 
today
 Remember that bold encampment
of pioneers across from the high school?
 The City decided on
a passive aggressive response
 Washing them down
washing them away
Epilogue
That buff boy 
with the smart phone




































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