San Francisco and other poetic dreams | Edited by Don Brennan

San Francisco and other poetic dreams is made possible by Writers workshop 146 Leavenworth St. San Francisco CA. Edited by Don Brennan. Program Director at jennywileysf@hotmail.com, or drop by the Community Arts Studio.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape. William S. Burroughs.




Walk the violent Sun by
Don Brennan

Walk in the violent sun,
Dangerous traveler.Scribble your name
Into the database, kick up some dust.

Work your toes into wet sand, lie down for a while ants
and biting insects under cover. Let the dark night bring you peace.
Star will sing you to sleep.

Keep yourself safe for now, until your predatory history
Curled in the high grass begins stretching at drawn, until you
hear it coughing like a jaguar after restless sleep; a big cat coughing
gunshots.
Soon enough you will learn
To drop down at the sound.

With approaching menace your eyes will wire themselves
to the forces pounding inside your ribcage.

Fear is your truth, traveler, the sun your enraged but generous
Mother who keeps her distance for you sake,

That you might discover

courage
knowledge

and. oh yes, love on the path twisting
towards our survival.




Mysticism by O D. Ludyeh

in
no
sound
neither
any
light

in
no
space
nor
any
time

in
but
all-awing
all-writhing
all-being

which
manifest
only
as
silence
and
stillness




Summer Scene’06 by Carlos Ramirez

 kid artists mark up
Fairmount School’s playground

With chalk sticks, rainbow spectrum
Hola Leonardo, Jesus, Sandra

Earth,Mars Neptune, Pluto
Building on stilts, wears red shoes

Hop scotch diagram sealed to the asphalt
Jungle gym playhouse bright and new

Arena for rollicking shrieks,agitated sounds
Teachers in turn attend to their work beat watch.




On turk street by Charles Curtis Balckwell

So we ran up Turk Street, and so serious
past 5th Avenue where the Ancient Aztec ghost roam
Just before arriving with aspirins

Mental anxiety had become home, tension
in my temples of worship

The ocean waved at us
I could hear it sloshing for miles away, his trumpet to love
became full of spite

The long bus ride down Geary street caused sequins
to exit the city the same as Cousin Henry
Over on Skid Row, where shopping carts
stay greased and ready for travel

Being clean in anticipation of coins
falling, we begged hard

Alone, an ex-boxer sent a query letter suggesting
revenge, in the ring of course,

Now in the shadows of love
We embrace

Coins falling from holes in my pockets

She left me weeping at the moon
instead of our monful regrets
of not enough money to sleep.




Tenderloin neighborhood by Juan Carlos Vásquez

Dead walking,
nude crawling in a love parade,
the return of the ambulances
without roads,
when I am close to a blissful high  
I long a lot for
caresses,
to help me fall asleep
it is night,
six months have gone by
between incenses over graves,
and a celestial restlessness,
visions of jupiter compacted into pipes.

This face cannot be mine
the face of Sunday
at noon.
If it wasn't noon
and had I something to do
these damn ambulance sirens
would not torment me
with their regrets.

How do I recover with punches
the street's quietness,
how do I destroy with an axe
the remembrances from my veins
without diving in a tub
to masturbate.

there is a horrible smell of beer,
so romantic yet so pathetic,
There are ideas of escape, and
lasting words.

if I had a dog his barking
would convince me but I have no dog,
only nights find I joy in contempt,
and instead of I protest
everything induce me
into a terrible and sorrowful laughter.


Picture of cover: thom masat (in Unsplash). Public domain.

Rennon Mariano, thank you for providing the requested information.

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