Digital Ambivalence

Wacky minions every day
bubbling from coffee cups
electronic tablets
all sizes holding sway

A harrowing despair
spilling over everywhere
bodies pink and overweight
pasted into chairs

Frantic fingers plinkity plink
fussing over pricey drink
overflowing greed
an arrogance that lingers

Packs of over eager
hungry and ambitious yupsters
simply won’t look up
pawing pointless gadgets
a south of Market coffee shop


© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Rainbow Grocery - San Francisco

Meeting at Rainbow Grocery

Suzi seeing deep
smartly concludes,
He might well be complicated,
aspiration situated.

She sees qualities in him
only artists understand.

Showing on her face
reassuring grace,
coming from her temple
righteous visions of the human race.

Suzi and her glowing smile
occupy a special place
eminently beaming dreamy
rainbow flavored taste.


      Meeting At Rainbow Grocery (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

The above is just a sound clip. You can get the entire track, of the author reading this poem, by clicking here.


Rainbow Grocery = A popular health food co-op in San Francisco. A random scene from it pictured above.


© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Unfulfilled Desire

Unfulfilled Desires - Robert Lane Wilder poetry
Jaded I parade under San Francisco
waiting for a J K L or N train
hard to breathe a little numb

Noticing the grim and glum
wannabes from offices
rap tap tapping phones
complacent narcissistic weenies

Fingering entitlements
techno discomboobulated
clamoring for something better
gazing at some gadget

Inside gobs of ire
flailing inside never ending
unfulfilled desire

Funny guy a somewhat loopy
mild mannered joe
falling prey to corporate metal teeth
that don’t let go


      Unfulfilled Desires (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder


The above is a sound clip. You can get the whole version, of the author reading the entire work, by clicking here


Drawing above by Frost Newton

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Have a Pressing Problem?

This place on Sacramento Street
sits you in a catbird seat.
For finery in need of care
Peninou helps you there!

Gamely Pierre Peninou
knowing what your garment’s worth,
glowingly measures girth.
This handiness is brought to you
by expert Pierre Peninou!

Need to hurry? There’s no worry.
Accommodating through and through,
plucky Pierre Peninou!
There’s a fancy logo on his company hat.
Consummate taste shows in that.
Cultured Pierre Peninou!

Pierre mending collar stays.
He impresses proper plays.
Remarkable his craftsmanship
especially with finer things.
Making sure seersucker suits
positively sing!

Whir-rr-rr his machines go.
Knowingly he unwrinkles, blocks, repairs, even cuffs & collars
skirts, culottes, sweats, blazers…
even common laundry bags
spruced up with a winning splash!

Velvet capes he cleans with style.
Get your night gowns pressed with dash.
If you want to you can have
a suit tailor made for you…
crafty Pierre Peninou!

He can reinforce, depill,
stain guard or repel for you.
Flat cuffs cold, that’s old hat.
Complicated stuff he’ll do,
even tiresome dreary tasks
all of that arranged for you,
just call Pierre Peninou!


© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Casing the Headlands

Casing the Headlands

In these hills
enormous guns
defended North America.

Out by Rodeo Beach
mammoth 15 inchers
kept enemies at bay.

Gath’red by these clumps of trees
a ghostly klatch of inductees…
in this air orderlies
from other eras congregate.

Attachés from long ago
in silver hazes by the sea…
peeling off metallic notes
a buoy ripples fiddle dee dee

Gazing at some blue sea stack
(along this coast a shimmery glaze),
taking in thwacking waves

Like Helmut Lang in days of yore
prancing this majestic shore,
a slinky wisp I wander
trails around Hill 88.

Wondering what will be
fifty years from now?
Maybe Gaucho reincarnates
undisturbed and free,

Perhaps they’ll be scooched
beside another wag like me
who also comes to perorate
atop Hill 88.1


1 Rodeo Beach & Hill 88 are in the Marin headlands of Golden Gate park, locations which for a hundred years plus were part of a monster military base. Happily, these are now a staging ground for spectacular sunsets.


© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder