White Peach
Blood moon and Mars loom large
Houses of reverse eclipse
with two full moons in the sky
on the Eve of my Leonine
Nativity
Sea Ray
my nautical soubriquet
had some cannabis chocolate
and is down by the water
Sunday as usual
70 degrees a cool breeze
and bright hot sun
can't be beat really
Desultory fair in progress
Working that Bach cello
Paddlers tend to go
far on the current
then have to work hard to return
after they are tired out
Blues Cruise on the Potomac
came in from the Bay
to sail right past my pier
One could hear the quality blues
the whole time
It went down the estuary
then turned around
And came back
some were waving
drunken sailors by now
Headed back now
into port again as
San Francisco rises
across the peaceful Bay
Unusual apparition
en route to the
Jack London Station
Tethered and abandoned
waving to passing trains
Anchored
by strange blue ballast
Moving the whole time
an uncanny presense
Time is nigh
I must fly, I must fly
Construction advances
unabated and unrelieved
paint it black, you devils
The drooping figure
becomes ultra-man
in infra red
Even the peach
grows in color
intensity
Monday evening
The moon is a doubloon
snow in a spoon
the angry red planet seen
from the angry green
the 3rd eye from the sun
Cloud entities assemble
wispy Geiger phantasms
A unicorn
with corkscrew horn
Symbolist fright wig
memory traces of Redon
The approach of the blood moon
the world turns incarnadine
Firmament
dense with calligraphy
the moving hand writes
