How high the Moon?
Will I see you in September?
or lose you to a Summer love
How I misspent my Summer stay-cation
the narcissistic minutiae of experience
Love minus zero
no limit
The centrifuge of sugar
You are getting very very
sleepy
Demon Sugar
A charming cheerful
entertainment product
for children
Here they come
I am the egg truck
Sugar Zombie lunchbox
I think somebody
over-egged
this kid
Geezer?
Send me your photo
when you are this age
Summer school in
my favorite subjects
Saw some surrational art
Reread an old old book
amazing descriptions of now
all dystopian predictions
have come true
Pure cinema
saw a movie I quite liked
Not much live music
except on the radio,
Only show I remember seeing
was Country Joe and the Fish
in a mighty reincarnation
playing the entire first LP
at a Summer of Love
50 year anniversary
outdoors on Telegraph
Morning, morning
again, again
They finally removed the shroud
from the new building next door
Ten feet of my Eastern view gone,
ah well perhaps it will reduce
particulate matter from
Broadway traffic
There it is in all its brutalism
Oddly they eschewed almost
all the southern sunlight
it create a village scene
more exclusive I suppose
This figure in the alley below
seems to mock me at times
depends on my mood
A large back porch
on the estuary
last of a Victorian row,
Some say ghosts still gather
on a mid-summer night
Sweet young couple,
I imagine that they are going
to church to ask the priest
to marry them
Skiffs in repose
Estuary and hills
Our sparkling clear
summer weather,
mild in all seasons
The saintly knight
and his faithful horse
are undaunted
What the world needs now
more beasts on the road
urban gladiator shops
I left my convertible
in a parking lot
and continued on
on foot
Down the Port
down Jack London square
reflection of blue pole
in very red automobile
reaches ultra-indigo
Project X O
Disk found at X O location
Raiders are splitting for Las Vegas
(big thanks to Sheldon Adelson)
yet the marks continue
in their chauvinistic delusion
Beneath City Hall
Courthouse, jail, highway,
BART tracks
not merely a tent
a rubble field homestead,
The first public school in Oakland
was once located here,
metal plaque since stolen
I fly the coop
make my exit
file for endangered
species status
Spend a lot of time
by the water
and in the garden
Water and flowers
all one needs for a good time
Fuchsia
Evening
used to marvel how
fast a week seems to go by
today I feel that about
the years
I'll send you all my love
everyday in a letter
sealed with a kiss
August-September 2017
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