By and By

At the old Coliseum on Friday, twilight –
section 305 all to my self, down-the-line.

Of course I brought a radio & ear piece along:
Baseball is best enjoyed on AM/FM waves, described by stoic & seasoned grandfathers
through occasional static and meditative pauses for the crowd’s live idle speculation.
Seagulls sail on a string above home
through the cool, broad Bay breeze
on a sweeping crisp eve out here in the East.

Did I mention we’re playing the Baltimore Orioles?

There’s a casual drums, bells & whistles corps
driving & chiming in green & gold,
accenting the eloquent, aimless events
on the diamond.

Jimenez’s got 10 strikeouts through 4,
but, “Yeah, baby!” (Austin Powers’ voice on PA)
as the A’s Rajai Davis steals second base.

Time and a couple of innings go by,
I grab a salty dog and a fry.

It’s appears to still be four runs to three.
We’re bunting’s my impressional gist, generally –
but back goes the mind to the slow waking dreams.

Once again and still the only one
in my outfield-upper deck-nosebleed section
where the shells of the peanuts are sparse but the stalest,
and a ground rule double ties it up for the home team.

I stayed, for a time,
in those far away seats
on that still August night,
by and by and by and by,
swinging in the moonlight,
by and by.

I believe we won 5-4.

(8/11/2017 – Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum, East Oakland, California)

Celebrity troubles & Robot blood

(co-written with Elder Wombat)

Celebrity troubles & Robot blood
Late night rambling as you walk down the path;

Confetti debris from the parade last week..
Illusions humbled themselves in the belly of our hero.

Familiar melons, twists & turns, then the tunnel;
The light came on, I was bracing and embracing.

The steam whistle and crooked smokestack of the old locomotive coming down the tracks
spoke to me in a voice at once familiar and odd,
convinced me to step aside and save my life.

I turned, walked up the hill, and air smelled cool and bright..
as dark engines below rolled on & passed me by.

In eves when the story shifted and a song sprouted like soft grass underfoot
I strummed the chords struck once that long lost dawn,
Skeletons, in harmony, sing “Move along”.

(6/16-7/18/2017 – North Road, Blue Mounds, Wisconsin & Adams Point, Oakland, California)

Lasting Blues

Hell or high water,
both sound good to me.

This ain’t your normal blues,
this one’s not going away.

An existential kind,
you know? The blues that last.

Day it come,
night it pass,

and I ain’t afraid no more.

Never Undone

The wind died down, but you weren’t around to hear it.
You know the sound just the same.

The sun dropped down below the western horizon.
Like it does every day, but you didn’t call my name.

With you out east, I wasn’t all there.
Not all here now, not at all.
For what’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
Yet what’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

Rooster crowed up here atop the mountain.
Woke me at dawn but no one else.

Red-eyed & bleary, I come up with a theory
how diporias nestle and meld.

Past-Present-Future,
Old & Modern, Once.
Far away & closer still
two never undone.

Past-Present-Future,
Old & Modern, Once.
Far away & closer still
two never undone.

With you out east, I wasn’t all there.
Not all here now, not at all.
For what’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
Yet what’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

What’s a coast with no ocean?
What’s grass with no ground?
What’s sight without blindness?
What is silence without sound?

(6/27 & 6/29 – Adams Point, Oakland, California & Camp Panorama, Quincy, California)

The looser the hold, the longer the curve

It was a just-summer’s dusk at the shoreline park
where I set down my domineer’s cap
not yet knowing what was given up.

Sitting by a snailshell hanging on a blade of grass and bobbed by twilight eddy,
I start unstraigthening.

The matter of distance one sees is in the eye of the beholder.
The looser the hold,
the longer the curve,
yet nearer and nearer you become.

Then what first seemed a sacrifice
ripens as a star within a slowly emerging constellation.
A gently pulsing light-of-the-cosmos
signals in a universal morse code:

You don’t need to be there
to be there.

(6/3 & 6/15/2017 – Shoreline Park, Mountain View, California & Adams Point, Oakland, California)