Mysterious Space

I dreamt of a vast church and when I awakened
I was holding a toke.

My church had become a shed with a curved roof
(space-frame bow trusses), open, gravel floor,
same style of old ladies, only many more of them,
and silent, solid husbands to match,  but plenty
of younger people and much more wild and
informal compared to the small congregation that
would assemble in the 19th century frame church.

The minister who replaced Larie wore a
white sport coat and sat at a tiny organ and
sang the same songs with the choir right there.

There were groups throughout who chatted
about this and that at full volume during the service
throughout.

There was rain and it took a long time to find
a seat but once I found an open section,
there were plenty.  Even for programmers
and bloggers.

Time

I had some lines this morning and
I forgot them.

I did have this one on the time element:
You're young.
You have the world as your oyster,
and what do you do?
You look in the mirror
and see your acne.

Time passes, and you see the
door you just passed through in the tunnel
and of course it's locked so you can't go back.

You glance in the mirror and
the acne is gone,
but now look if you have time.

The lines,
the wear and tear
of this determined
piece of work.

Sensuous

10-4

I remember
I climb the
crest of the hill

and see the
graceful, youthful
curves of the ridge
right next

and beyond
the mature
more craggy
profile of
the defining
ridge

I look south
and see a tiny patch
of ocean
through a valley

and the sky above
light gray with
dark swathes
and daubs

and above
the usual image
of God, light
in the parting
of clouds

I take a moment

I think of lives
more fully lived
more beauty
more passion
than anything
I've experienced

I can't put this
into words

(I was back
on the ridge

I had climbed
first level and
looked where I
came from --
there were
trees I usually
think of in panoramic palisade
just seen as treetops)

Dog sniffs

I sniff too
(fresh, earthy)
sweet, youthful,
alluring

St Anne's lace?
(I test)
yes

(As I round
the bend I'm
lost in thought
forgetful

But in descent
I remember)

My day
What will I do

• exercise
• clean up a little
• surf the web for pictures beyond me
• hmm, some of my own pictures

idle
heat end
of summer wanna

play with him
and he
with

me,
at least
a little... we

flirt oh a
long time...
can't

stop...
won't, and
we prance around

for two hours...
destroy the
music,

let it fall
apart (who
cares)

as
we discuss
shopping expeditions for

leather
that doesn't
cover... I can

see us playing
grabass... well
no,

there are reasons,
but maybe
no

reason why not
except no
reason...

so flirtatious tech
and it
falls

apart and ends
in a
dark

dubby
musical texture
no one else

besides us has
or ever
will...

lame
but you
know where my

heart
is, my
feeling, it shows...

britney and then we kiss
adrian b spears

the grass at cross purposes

the grass at
cross purposes
having

grown
straight and
tall and bearing

its message, time
has passed
and

now the messages
cross each
other

layered one on
top of
the

other in languages
we can't
really

speak,
maybe simple
messages, seed, seed,

seed,
maybe thoughts
of who am

I, maybe this
is mine,
maybe

I'm waiting for
you to
fall,

maybe peace, love
and happiness ...
so

much in mind,
the more
you

know
the less
you can speak

forces
greater, lesser,
winning, losing, keeping

what's mine, rarely
ours, privatizing
myspace
___

Mathias S,
memories of RDPF who used to call evenings, a bit tipsy sounding, and reading, not to be recorded, repeated, remembered, commented upon

From Bare Skin in the Sun

Tucson to fully
clothed city life...
took years to shed some.
____

deck on roof
could see 400 California
hear school recess
____

Spent time (No. 19)
in Polk corridor
(library)

cable cars (15¢,
another library)
____

more books,
this time
mine (some of them) from
City Lights
____

odd - memories of
museums,
the Richmond and Sunset,
but not North Beach,
from the 50s
____

Bay Super...
bright
up on staid old
Russian HIll again
(were there on Greenwich
in 1906)
Radio Market
french rolls...
defer driving one year
defer suburbs five years
____

that chilly weather
visits the Paint Pot
discover San Francisco
through John S's
Telegraph Hill
parties
____

Paint Pot
____

many many cups of espresso
@ Caffè Trieste and Malvina Cialde

Lost and Found Dream

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