Film noir en couleur
The Flaneur leaves clues winding to a noirist waterfront establishment revered throughout the boneknob land. There one can launch oneself into San Francisco's shadowy underwater underground, and submerse oneself in the submarine valley of the uncanny. Where, like hungry ghosts, the lost and lonely look for sex and drugs and salt water mind taffy.
1.
A Stiff Sea Breeze and Choppy Seas
The week of the summer solstice
the sea breeze picked up and cooled off vociferously
San Francisco was scoured blue
I had never seen chop like that on the bay
under clear skies
It was like waves on the open ocean
My picnic plans were undeterred
despite the blustery day
A lawn up near the bocce ball courts,
wind protection carved into the hill
I can sit for contented hours
watching the wind play endlessly
on the surface of the water
The day seemed too long,
the wind moved everything on
Desertion pervaded the Hyde street pier,
the ineffable feeling of loneliness
in paintings by Giorgio di Chirico
The eerie sunlight resisted diminution
Highlighting a macabre dimension
in the everyday
in the everyday
2.
World War II Submarine
Time to roll up our sleeves and stay vigilant
Get our mojo workin' again
And darn the torpedoes
To keep our noses wet and cold
The way we show we care
On the impending July Fourth holiday
Never forget,
it's a beautiful, beautiful world
it's a beautiful, beautiful world
3.
Pure Psychic Automatism
A place of happy nostaglia
And of melancholic blues in the night
It's all happening in perpetuity,
ghosts of Playland at-the-Beach find sanctuary
ghosts of Playland at-the-Beach find sanctuary
at the legendary Musee Mechanique
Let Jolly Jack be you're guide,
he knows where it's at
And she knows how to shake that thing,
nobody's business if she do
A place where men dance with men,
you can be proud here
Entertainment for connoisseurs of every sort
A place for those with a nose for narcotics
Some folks sure enjoy being sleepy,
and feeling no pain
It's no hanging matter, it's no capital crime
Sailor Jerry here is all about one thing.....
rum sodomy and the lash
San Francisco has always been a very wet town
Of course that stuff leads to a familiar scenario
I tend to be more spiritual myself,
more psychically inclined
She seen them come and go
frankly she's seen it all
Mrs Bates will lend
an understanding ear
an understanding ear
Nothing too woo-woo,
didn't fall off a potato truck, you know
(like the girl in Frenzy did)
didn't fall off a potato truck, you know
(like the girl in Frenzy did)
But what's to worry
If you miss the last boat,
there are other ways to get across the bay
Won't you stay with us for another drink ...
....you can remain here forever if you'd like
To be continued in recurring flashbacks.
18 June 2014
topmost "Laughing Sal": April 2014
topmost "Laughing Sal": April 2014
