Jack London Squaresville

JACK LONDON SQUARE

Jack London,

Author, train-hopping hobo, Socialist agitator

An album of images from the last few years 

Capturing facets of the lot between

The Jack London train station and the port

Seagulls populate my world,

Before the renovations

1.

Commemorative items

That's really a saloon where Jack London

Drank his ale and his bourbon

Capitalists hire private security thugs

To keep consumers secure,

Can the lone wold survive?

Jack London's Alaska cabin,
At least he had some dates

Indian lady Liberty

An appealing Aztec base

Dormant native tribalism

Fly on, Liberty

2.

Train Traffic

Jack London Square Station

Safe to cross now

Keep your earplugs handy

Freight trains take a long

Long

Time to go by

Yoshi's once a snobbish jazz club,

Now they would book a Monkees reunion

If it would sell some tickets and some booze

Jumping someone's else's train

Dark night falls
inevitable

3.

Those afloat

Kayak class under heavy clouds

Scalawags flying the skull

The private world

Coast Guard open house,

On the public dock

When in Oakland,

Helicopter patrol

Here comes fun

4.

Other Paths of Escape

Get on your pony and ride

Airborne tractor at a winery

Just down the tracks a piece

From the train station

The new hedonistic amusement palace

Awesome-looking

But actually quite fake

.

Where various craft are available

For various neck-risking

You can always enjoy some quietude,
On the public dock







Young and adventurous,
Maybe you can hitch a ride
To some other shore

Sometimes flamboyant motorcycles show up

There's always another train going somewhere
Carrying passengers

Still waiting
I got a head like a freight train,
Walk like a grizzly bear

I try to find my peace,
My relaxation on the water






 

Watch the sun set
 From the deck of the Potomac

When I go out to see
I won't remember thee,
When I go out to sea,
You won't remember me

2014-2015

Berkland Awaits Halloweekend

Dama de Noche de Los Muertos

Le Flaneur has long been a druidic priest of Samhain 

when the veil is so thin between the living and the dead 

 Trick or treat yourself , Doll

Which city is spookier?

Depends on what you fear

 Rolling into Rockridge

On Bike to the Boneyard Day

 Mr Donald's rug will be our welcome mat to Berkeley

I really hope he runs as an independent

Say, who's that guy horning in to my shot?

 Oh it's you, Milquetoast Wolfman,

Nice to see you

 Doctor Evil and Mini Me make the scene

On Telegraph avenue

 My Mommy always told me,

There's a lot of bad kids out there

 Commemorative shrine for the Irish students

Who fell to their deaths from a shoddy balcony

 Shrouded scaffolding

Encloses the space they feel through

 Inanimate articulation

 Bang a gong, 

Young people of Berkeley

 Wheels within wheels,

Hypnotic roulette,

All bets down on the future

Back to school, Berkeley

 The totemic animal of October in effigy

Do not eat these

 The antipodes of Oz

 A deep orange butterfly

Recharges it's battery card

 Perfect for trick or treating,

Bringing it all back home,

Little goblins and a haul of candy

 You can eat these,

But don't touch them without gloves on

 Lil' Gold Buddha,

Always seems so content and so happy,

Then again that's his front, isn't it?

 Ho hum, 

Cliches get tiresome

 

 Let's hit the yellow brick road back to Oaklandia

A grotesque dwarf tree,

Back in the game,

That frost giant looks sort of cool

After dark

Think I'll go out trick-or-treat myself

Uh-oh helicopters,
Perhaps I'm more in the mood
To stay home and listen to my radio





HAPPY HALLOWE'EN 2015

October 2015