SAN FRAN

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So many pieces of the puzzle, there is no need to hide
but they were lost, caught in nets on Pier 39
Like an unfaithful son on the day of his bride
the colours of this city run and they rhyme
Pollock might say its a bit of a daub
until each piece he numbered
Pasted my memories in a red, paper book
there, all bands all should have names like Doctor Hook,
Flying Burrito Brothers, Jefferson Airplane
Hate was spelt Haight in that part of town
and the clever kids all wore a Berkeley frown
Nathalia my friend she dressed in a sexy gown
We walked for miles up and down and there
across the green in pastel colours
that row of little houses, little boxes
A little Malvina Milder/Reynolds maybe loved
when she was a small Jewish daughter
wandered into the famous Chinese quarter
Union Square and Macy’s, the photo’s are coming fast
We take a trip out to the Bridge
don’t drive too fast or blink, in this mist
even International Red will blur
and that massive Bay is slipping past
No time for Vertigo or to take a Bullitt for the team
In hippie land, now a spiring concrete forest,
or among those massive Redwoods
on the other side, its still the best place you can dream
If little cable cars don’t quite drive you to the stars
if your tired hop on, the corporation
will not charge you until you sing Your Song
The corporation will not warn you of the people down below
the street of shame where each dog born had a different name
yet now in cardboard, rags and jumble they sound the plain same
Step out on the street over homes and yet your room was cute
high-ceilinged estate, ornamental cornice,
bed linen tasteful, great, without a crease,
Air conditioned, sound-proofed, high windows barred
you could be living now on Mars
except your worried as you walk the line
Those inhabitants of boxes down the lane
those aliens of shame
will get in your face again
let the booze loose
exhalate their pain
So we sat one night in John’s Grill to consider where we’d been
what we had seen, with 2 free glasses of water
edenbraytoday
17.11.2020
TOO ENDLESSLY
TOO ENDLESSLY
Hemmingway’s Folly
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The rolling river knows and to this torture shows
From virtues sodden garments strewn
The bloodless captives body hewn
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O endless river follow long, a plaintiff song
Where dreams will last forever
Our deepest friendships we sever
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We cannot chide the moon its life is longer
Loves bite is stronger than the
Sentiment of shadows, wayward arrows
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When we write our story down in verse
We suckle at life’s wet nurse
Who forces her to yield?
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What bastard drone betide may step aside
Abandon loves purest reason
To fulfil the rutting stag in season
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And nature charming like a sceptarian
Seven hands for seven throats
Seven lives, seven moats
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And in this spun tale of summer gold,
I see within her folds, lust has wed
The serpents head, so angry and so red
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The deed was done, of sumnal scum
O great Rome, she still speaks to the soul of man
Offers prayers to Zeus and gods of Roman story
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O harlot tramp the hoary, not centre of our story
Some saints are set for glory
Shield me O’ phantom roaring
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And in all this turgid mire she capitulates
Loves lovers lost beneath her virgin state
Loves moment born to virtue sworn
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The specious dawn of fair Capricorn
O laugh to scorn the sanscript of her love forlorn
The lover bared capitulates to sporn
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O holy fire that burns the chaff of lust in satan’s pire
The wire of restraint within a maidens fire
For they burn inside the hole of hell
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And Saint Adronedes astride the golden shire
Steps forth to shout at Surgun’s sun
Her fervour to espunge
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Ho, regulateur the northern sun as cold as fire
Extends her holy, male-born spire
This Captain’s heart of swollen desire
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In Capita’ de Espana a Bull’s testiculos
to determine the diminutive
The collective compulsive
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We stop to observe the wonder of her gaze
The memory of Hemmingway’s ways
Too endlessly they disappear
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edenbraytoday
30.11.2020
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