Saturday, December 30, 2017

eau de vie / refraction study










pre-ordained
by a strange chain of events
dropped the joint in some water
not for so long a time
I can even remember ever
a mighty fresh holiday joint

dried out it developed
an odd aftertaste
nevertheless it
still pulled the rabbit
out of my figurative
top hat


You notice the ages
in obituary pages










civilization runs out
empty calendar girl
pipe line unfinished
spewing a tidal wave
of regression
reduced to primordial ooze
tar pits skin tannery
tattooed beauty parlor
robotic empty bus goes by
obscure canned foods left
on tacky street corners
the unreal real
appears where it wasn't
no newspapers to stain
all the men in uniform


anyone who remembers
the meaning of anything
remind me



Empty new building
stole almost all my moonrise
the gelatinous moon



Lakeside Garden

alone a large loping butterfly
seems to follow me closely
no other butterflies around
today and the only one
is paying attention to me
never happened this way ever
when the garden is giddy
with their wings
I may have little ditsy young ones
tail after the color of my shirt
but never this long slow motion
dance trailing sunlight
until he fell away again
unseen


dream

something
behind the baseboards
food going astray
I hold over it
a dinner roll
it is snatched away
 a tawdry horror flick
then a blurry furry animal
leaps out behind my neck
away it goes
frightening others
















Concentrating on cirles
jitterbug jiggaboo
shake 'em on down
to the bottom of the blues
turn tabling
a tired tree
mesmerism voodoo


domestic woes
a panoply of dishpans
crashed down upon
my brow unprepared
we forgot about the turkey
and walked too far
we got sawdust on the floor
dogs had eaten the LP jackets
driven wild by the aroma
of the roasting dinosaur
and yet the records still played
Burning Spear and Link Wray
late of my old friend Jim Tate
some guy had twenty bump stocks
bumping into the Macy's parade
new species migrate through
the burning December
mining the darkness
over Bear's Ears
thousands to hold the ropes
on the hot air leviathan
jamming through
billionaires row
super luxury towers
too tall too late


digging the hole
on the ocean floor
I saw the door
in the sky

to find the ladder
the staircase
the escalator
the monorail
to reach the door
finiculi finicula

















December 2017





Friday, December 29, 2017

Queer Christmas in America











Notice anything about this doll?


It's a boy!


 A boy who makes eyes at other boys


It's about time,
Homophobia hurts kids





Don't be an elf on the shelf
Wear your love like heaven



Recent NY Times obituary
for Flawless Sabrina drag pioneer
with photo of her at Cannes
with Rachel Harlow and "unidentified others"
including obscure actress Catherine Deneuve!
   NY Times on the skids...sad


Walking by the Lake
across from the Cathedral





 Some one was waving
waving his flag









Unaccompanied
he waved and waved
indefatigably





His flag was a variation on
 "Don't Tread on Me"
from the Revolutionary War
The snake now with
rainbow colors








He sensed that
I was capturing his image
And stood proud



23 December 2017








The Feast of Stephen




 Oh dear,
Yesterday's reveler
passed out in the grass






Under this great spreading tree
West side of the Lake

 
What a relief when he finally moved,
meant he wasn't dead or anything

Scantily clad all in black
an authentic Punk
in every sense






He rolled over
and kept sleeping
on the chilly lawn


He'd better be careful
'Cause now it's
Winter in America
in every sense of the word



Not that Oakland isn't still
a place where a guy can sleep
under the central oak
right in front of City Hall and
allow his ass to hang on out




Two old coots
pair-bonded for life





Nutcrackers




for Holiday



Jackstraps



Sativa sidewalking

26 December 2017



Joyeaux Noel
Cool Yule
Merry Christmas
and all hope
for 2018





Wednesday, December 27, 2017

I Saw Three Ships Come Sailing In





























Oh what will be on Christmas day
On Christmas day on Christmas day
On Christmas day in the morning








1.
Morning Mass

 Road weary,
I ran into Santa
It was embarrassing
he had that thousand mile stare









What it's all about



Not stopping here today


Across the estuary


The priest was still speaking


But I was late for Communion


But the Nativity
which is on-going




Semitic queenly
an old seller of hashish
made good


Another Magus
was Nubian
but not we are told
a Son of Ham



Christ was born
more than 2000 years ago



Is still with us in
an every day miracle


The European looking King
naturally
I identify with him



Altar candle snuffer
a very inclusive parish
is this





Our Lady
approves





Outside a bevy of
Ethiopian women
one brought over to me a tray
of unleavened pita like bread
chewy and good,
It may have been a eucharist
from a separate communion




I went down by the head
of the Estuary
to continue my sacraments
Cannabis chocolate
 a few puffs for lift off
Shore birds and people
happy walking dogs


Then a festival of bell ringing
spread over the collective
peace and joy

When it ended I located myself
up here on the hillside
behind the church almost
even with the steeple



An thrilling discovery
of untrammeled
un-trashed and un-camped
land gone to nature
with no fence and no
no trespassing signs


Halleluia

It must be land
owned by the church,
Chester thought Jesuits
held the deed


I loved being here
if but for a moment
I needed a place
to take a leak with discretion
 in peace









A hidden library
so discovered
the dead sea scrolls
uncovered










I'm a cranky old lantern
myself these days
Gothic thoughts persist



I feel surrounded
by gargoyles


I still aspire
to holiness
come what may






Never cornered
always ultimately
free to join
the Communion of the saints



2.
Fairyland
Afternoon




Some Acme bread
extended my stay in the Park,
I had a date with pretty ballerina



So I slalom on down
the swollen pathway
to the land of the
evanescent




Home to the old
Black Tranny
who lives in a shie



That's fine
you can be proud here



Doesn't matter if you're
black or white
pink or purple



This is after all
FAIRYLAND



We stop for topiary dragons
Inspired Walt Disneyland,
Inspired Jeff Koons' Puppy




But alas
the gates are locked today
for peace and quiet on Christmas








The ghost train
to Fairyland Past
No one goes there any more


 
Here we go again...




Once upon a time

He's got his freak on
because it's Christmas
--no kids around


 Pollinator garden in winter
a hummingbird flew off
before I could catch him


Artificial butterflies
swung in the great oak tree
festooned with fairy lights


The orange lights are
thought to be
the fairies themselves







O Blessed day




3. Christmas
Night



My Christmas tree
at Solstice sunset






Coca Cola can
commemorating
The Great Anthropocene
Extinction Event



Preservation Village
warren of lawyers by day
deserted
 haunted by night







Digital corporate Christmas








At the ASK building





Metallic giant pine cones
are the theme this year

Entirely different from
what they had last year
I saw a truck unloading
corporate Xmas decorations
from another high-rise
two days later


Impressive
nevertheless







Outside it all
I saw the Moon
and I saw
Angel of Darkness










Ave Maria
ora pro nobis










25 December 2017