Summer Weather Chimera (mail art)

 

 

Summer Weather Chimera

 

 

MAGA Party

16 July 2018

Summer Pleasures, Summer Bummers

 

 

When the Summer is resplendent

I'm out of doors

time spent indoors

is almost always wasted

 

Every day is comfortably on the cool side

with plenty of afternoon sunshine

then we are subsumed by the

Ever present marine influence

of prehistoric sea fog

 

 

Time to stock up on Cannabis

 

 

Yosemite in July light

 

First I require a transfusion

of cash to hit the little shop

 

 

Sweet and Sour Kush (Sativa)

 

The arrogant narcissists

everyone hated in high school

get elected to office

and get drunk on a shot of authority

can't restrain themselves from making

onerous oppressive absurd rules

for careful thoughtful herb lovers

 

Latest perverse kick

was to impose non see-through

difficult to open packages

any kid could open with sissors

 

A small amount of alcohol

can kill a kid but they

don't require child-proof caps on booze

 

Lovely buds though

 

Moonstone Kush

(Indica dominant hybrid)

You can see the purple

 

 

Seal Rocks in July

 

My bad bank won't miss

the funds I withdrew,

1920 California architecture

 

 

 

Pricey ice cream place

right across the street

has a perpetual line

But as I mention

I have other gratification in mind

 

 

 

Trump Baby Blimp

Bring me his head

Embarrassing and betraying us

to make America great again

 

 

The 12 bus was no-show

So I hopped another bus

and walked the remainder

 

America, I smoke marijuana

every chance I get

 

 

1956

The year Howl was published

including a poem by Allen Ginsberg

written about his job 

at the Oakland Greyhound station

a short distance from here

in an America a long way gone

 

 

I find myself

on an unusual embankment

a blank canvas

for mental action painting

 

On an agreeable Summer's day

 

Sunbathing with Fido

I wanted to get her

remarkably bright tattoos

but she flopped over

 

 

As a butterfly

as an opalescent bee

I am drawn to deep colors

 

Yikes! a repurposed

Oakland police car

 

Skull-headed ghosts of cops

were off elsewhere

 

 

 Another car

 

 

Another denizen

of Oakland

 

Enchanting flowering shade tree

I don't hesitate to go and sit under

 

 

 

 

 

I'm in a florid state

of efflorescence today

Had Canna-chocolate too

 

 

 

 

A young Mother walked her baby past

the bench where I sat

I was peaking and very smiley,

He smiled back the most beautiful smile

No pain no baggage...it did my old heart good

I told her so and I tried a photo

 but the Phone-cam storage was over-full

I can still see him with my eyes closed

 

To let go of one's

day-to-day concerns,

an invariably healing thing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Attended a thriller the other night

Violent Mexican border

US hegemony porn perhaps

But I stayed riveted throughout

 

 

 

It was well after midnight

when my late show got out

not only was the street deserted

but so was the entire theater

 including employees

 

A few blocks on

a silent shadow

appeared next to me

on the sidewalk,

I startled and the guy apologized

 

We walked and talked a little

a black street guy

with a twisted leg

 

In front of the men's shelter

sleeping bags with sleepers in them

too late for inclusion

 

Count my blessings including 

home comfort 

 

 

Excellent white peach

yoghurt and honey,

I don't like white flour

or most white rice

But I dig white corn

and white peaches the most

 

 

July 2018

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Summer Day on the Island

 

 

 

Impromptu sojourn to Alameda

leads to felicitous discovery

much of it inside  my own head

 

 

Flag of the

U.S.A.

 

Had a meeting in my building

 then I was glad to get outside

for a day of relaxation

 

But what to do with it?

 

 

I'll just wander out prepared

and something will occur to me

 

 

Something's is coming to me

I wanted to sit somewhere

by the water and have a smoke

 

That's it

an appropriate bus

happened to be

waiting

 

 

Off to Alameda again

Turntable town

Retro-city 

 

 

Where the flag

will never cease to fly

 

Where the Space Age

never ended

 

Perfect for 1970s Punk singles,

Hold your fingers in your ears

it's the Cramp's "Human Fly"

96 tears in 96 eyes

 

 

This artifact is even older

 

A tote box for 45s

 

 

A vintage Crosley All-in-One,

Crosley Bendix was yet another

stage name for Don Joyce

a friend and collaborator

who left us in July 2015

 

Devo's Mark Mothersbaugh

wore Don's final zebra-skin cowboy hat

for their encore at

at the recent Burger Boogaloo

in homage to the mix-master of Negativland

and Over the Edge

 

 

 

Holy cowboy hat,

Batman!

 

 

Resting Batmobile

It will remain safe parked here

as I continue on foot

 

 

 

Old Brexit Brian

We sent our porcine president

across the pond 

on a Trump baby blimp

Hope they show him a good time

 

 

 

Emblematic flag

over the people's post office

 

 

Glory at the nature center

Crab Cove

Can you spot the big bumble bee?

 

Now when kids draw flowers

they add a skull

 

 

A glorious day

of ideal temperature

wispy clouds and a breeze

 

 

The walkway is certainly

 submarine today

here come Canada geese

 

They swam right over to me

as if they were expecting me

Someone must feed them here

 

Well off you pop then

 

 

The whole conga line

paddled off in the direction

of Crown Beach

 

Rock Island line, baby

 

Trees are expressive

if you look with care

 

Flooded window effect

at the Coast Guard

recruitment center

 

In case you happen to be

strapped

 

 

When I took this one the door

opened and a handsome

Coast Guardsman came out

to see what I was about

 

I'm all about Summer

the birds and the bees

and the beautiful Bay area

 

Land of abundant

Ice cream treats

 

Fantasy delivery truck

 

He's still proudly rocking

his Pride coloration

 

Fellas, enjoy your adult beverage but

Please don't paw the dames

 

 

Another season in the sun

for the venerable RAY Man

child of July

 

Shall I take

the Batmobile?

 

Perhaps astride a sacred cow

I'll project myself

tunnel under the estuary

back to 8tgh Street

 

Later as I made dinner

the sky turned gold

 

I memorialize

another

 cloudscape

 

 

 

 

12 July 2018