Lost City

Do Not Hit, Swing, or
 Climb
On Pinocchio




The Flaneur excavates

a strange forgotten civilization,

can you say where it is located

just from internal clues?

Drive-by after the time travel tunnel

Ye olde publick library

City Hall

in use

Fountain larger than the house

Odd heraldic formalism
symbolic structures where
secret societies flourish

The dominant religious faith here

as in most of America

is Star Wars-derived

Knock on any door

on the threshold of occultation

Secret knock required

The heartland so-described

 

The Elks Club

A Tolerant community

where odd and ornate religions

are welcome

But not now

a junk shop

the worn household items

the kooky bric-a-brac

Dementia forever

Where our title comes from,

we had noticed already

Steak and hot cakes for me, please

The Oakland hills as imagined

from a thoroughly automotivated ideal

petrochemical dystopia

Meanwhile

Elks are drowning

on sunken tundra

in rivers grown too wide

in melting permafrost

No one could imagine

a better way

Mr and Miss A_______ 2017

Crack the sky,

before hip-hop, before the cholos,

before prison cults of baggy ass display,

there has always been the working man's union

Now there's a pile

suggests the old way of life

that transpired hereabouts

A beautiful theater

I haven't been it to yet

but I shall now endeavor

wonder what's playing?

 

Rogue One,

a Star Wars story?

jesuschrist

I'd better say my serenity prayer

I'll get over myself

and bid farewell for now

to the subterranean artifacts

of a proper pop culture

Wonder what awaits me

 back in Oakland proper....

Serenity now,

serenity now