The Flaneur offers his oath to get back
to select vignettes reflected upon in repose
to conclude a week of hasty news-cam
portmanteau
In the East Bay libraries
Karl Marx retains a place of honor
I first read a book of his thought
borrowed from the Peoples' University
as the stone above the door read
Yet the plutocracy
worsens still
With their cigars and their bourbon
Their war-hen womenfolk
With their poverty rows
Their master and servant routines
To what do the desperate resort?
Brazen seizures of
public property
Against the wall
still roofless
What remains left to them?
The police station
the courthouse
and the jail
Sunday
Extra-sexy David
Here comes this guy
It's like he knows
he's bizarre
Every tomato season
I think
Heaven comes to earth
Don't allow the Flag
to touch the chicken
The ride on Dad's shoulders
an archetype
I ate my standard marine lunch,
brandy and brisling sardines
pumpernickel and almond butter
at a table below that
fake light house structure
This was the view from there
San Francisco-Port of Oakland-Mt Tamalpais
Thought I'd follow the current
A 12 bus took me from
Jack London Square
to the other end
of the bifurcated estuary
What's with all the people?
Nice but what's your demand
to overturn the election?
I sang
This Land is Your Land
Gob-smacked
Enjoy yourself
it's later than you think
I didn't stand around
to hold hands
I had to keep a date
with some organic produce
Monday
Olive Oyl and Sweet Pea
Flying eye-ball building
sees all
Daunting entrances
on Alcatraz
Posh pub?
Actually the carrot a
an employment agency
No brew for me
it's a night of codeine
Tuesday,
today
Remember that bold encampment
of pioneers across from the high school?
The City decided on
a passive aggressive response
Washing them down
washing them away
Epilogue
That buff boy
with the smart phone
sure was white
13-15 November 2016
