Showing posts with label Potomac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Potomac. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

The Week of Portents Begins Softly





 
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

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Waterfronting 1













Everybody needs a park
ideally some waterside
open space

















The old tub
backed in







Lone adventurer


Crucial manoeuvre





You got to prove




You got to move





Oakland
coming at you






Take me with you
in your psychedelic
green canoe






The aftermath of a rowing contest
brilliant boats at rest












The endless neurological pulse
peace ripples through me





My stoned boat
voyages the imagination







The Port in Winter






Home ground
for a lone wolf
like me






Snug at home
the clouds formed
an enormous creature
up from the sea


January 2018




Saturday, January 6, 2018

New Year's Eve Weekend











A soft parade
ghosts of auld langs syne
Sweet meats and spicy
victuals
Spirits and figments
of Yuletude imaginings

Saturday
a Visit to
Mountain View
Cemetery




So lovely
so lonely
when the air is crisp







Really a glorious landscape
more celebratory
than mournful
in the eyes of many
who come here








Pseudo-psychedelic
dyed flowers
To decorate
the gaping void




Nothing more
color expansive
than a leaf






Strange sad things
a child's grave
decked with toys
for Xmas






Timeless things
a winter stronghold
for a murder of crows


Xmas cheer
for 95 year old grandma
filing cabinet drawer
of cremains







Red and green
predominate in
Thanatopolis









How fair and green
goes the rainy scene
a pleasure to be here




My soul's recurrent 
psychedelia








Maybe some day we'll rise
up from the tomb






Abandon
this artificial paradise
and go home



30 January 2017






Actual New Year's Eve
afternoon and
I'm on the town already





Expressionistic
 brick wall


On the last day of the year


Little boy blue
brave innocent
stands for the New Year
Old white grandpa
retiring to a bench
like the passing year



A lot of anxiety
along the fraught streets
near me


Did you know that the Potomac
was once scuttled (sunk)
and then was refloated,
like it be a symbol
of this Democracy



The donkey is ailing




Today I've refloated myself
over the Grand Avenue
Home to this stately redwood
which I notice regularly



It's a bustling trendy street
Some things trend
in regrettable directions
You heard,
 Boot and Shoe Service?


I think one should
get out the finery
on New Year's Eve


I've gone a tad Tartan
perhaps a Taddy Porter,
or a chewy McKewan's
Scotch ale?


By all means
wear whatever you think
looks cool


And it ain't no sin
to take of your skin
and dance around in your bones



I need a final secret ingredient
for my holiday victuals
so I'm come by the
hectic supermarket


Then continued a few blocks
over to the Morcam rose garden
a dearly-held respite


An enchanting grove
of adolescent Redwoods



Writhing oaks
not red creature on upper limb
a red squirrel perchance


O Rose of the world
we last but a short time
in our glory


Forget balloon drops
and confetti,
The sky at sunset is
enough celebration for me


The explosions
will commence
round about midnight



But first the clouds
become as roses
in front of my eyes









31 January 2017