Friday, September 11, 2015
On Their Own
Sailor Boy Blue and Etsuko
She had a parka for him
because it would be needed
exploring the inlets of Chile.
But she begged him to stay
in Japan.
Papa-san was brought in to bless
both, and he counseled the same.
It had gotten too serious for
Sailor Boy Blue, and after he
zipped up the parka, he asked
Billy Joel to sing Uptown Girl.
Etsuko had a Dylan to sing
Like a Rolling Stone.
Actually, Sailor Boy Blue sang
the song for Billy Joel, and
Etsuko for Dylan.
They sang well though.
The real singers were put back
into their boxes.
And, of course, Sailor Boy Blue,
Etsuko, and Papa-san, theirs.
Then, Brother and Sister made
dinner and spoke of their days
at work.
He had her blessing to do what he
wished as to the San Francisco job.
What Sailor Boy Blue would.
But, next day he phoned the recruiter
and turned it down.
As adventuresome as Sailor Boy Blue
always is, he smiles in his dark box.
Labels: Bill Joel, Bob Dylan, brother, dolls, jobs, playing with dolls, San Francisco, sister
Sunday, March 08, 2015
Conversing By the Bay
-Don’t put raisins on paper towels!
-I heard that somewhere.
-Of course, I just said it.
-I mean, before.
-I made it up. Jenny asked me to get them at Safeway, so...
-Do your memory tugs have to be negative? How about:
Use paper towels after eating raisins?
-Who could be that gross? It’s not Sloppy-Joes! Besides,
negative you remember.
-I’m still pretty sure that someone said it before.
-Probably so! Four fifths of the world’s knowledge is bullshit!
-And the other fifth?
-Horseshit!
-Good! I can skip Philosophy 101 at Berkeley.
-I don’t like you. Does anybody?
-I don’t believe so. You?
-Nary a soul now. Jen did once.
-Then, I will.
-Likewise.
Labels: Berkeley, memory device, new friends, Philosophy 101, remembering, San Francisco
Saturday, October 27, 2012
You, Located
World Series in
City by the Bay so
camera establishes
bridges and water and
plopped in the middle, Rock
of Alcatraz, apprehended
from your gangster flicks
of course, but what if
Alcatraz made
a movie about you?
Your absurd escapes
and suspect modes?
How you and place
interpenetrate?
Often for ill.
I’ll get you into
the laundry, not
the worse gig
but caution!
Always! Shivs
have a way there,
midst the shim-
mering steam and sacks,
of mysteriously finding backs.
World Series in
City by the Bay so
camera establishes
bridges and water and
plopped in the middle, Rock
of Alcatraz, apprehended
from your gangster flicks
of course, but what if
Alcatraz made
a movie about you?
Your absurd escapes
and suspect modes?
How you and place
interpenetrate?
Often for ill.
I’ll get you into
the laundry, not
the worse gig
but caution!
Always! Shivs
have a way there,
midst the shim-
mering steam and sacks,
of mysteriously finding backs.
Labels: Alcatraz, gangster, movie, Rock, San Francisco
