Digital Ambivalence

Faceless minions every day
bubble up from coffee cups
gadgets of all shapes and sizes
piteously holding sway

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

Frantic fingers plinkity plink
knocking over pricey drinks
overflowing greed
an arrogance that lingers

Icky packs of yupsters
simply don’t look up
pawing pointless laptops
a south of Market coffee shop

 
 

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

George Grosz

George Grosz rearranged and reinvented imagery.
Into human folly, grasping zeitgeist by the throat…
he took apart convention and conformity poignantly.
Nailing its reality, civilization in decline.

George Grosz - Robert Lane Wilder poetry

Pointing out pointlessness,
the evils of an ugly age.
Grosz, a peerless visionary zeroed in…
exposing all the underpinnings of corruption.

Skillfully he’d spotlight this milieu,
its grim chokehold…
Grosz unequaled social critic
prescient, he foretold.

Everyday I trudge around
disgusted much like him,
social failures wreaking havoc
without and within.

Bureaucrats, pervasive
corporate robots waving fists,
clearing out the best and brightest
from within our midst.

 
 

Drawing above by George Grosz

 

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Unfulfilled Desires

Unfulfilled Desires - Robert Lane Wilder poetry
Jaded I parade around
under San Francisco
waiting for a train to come
underneath feeling glum

Noticing the dim and dumb
wannabes from office towers
rap tap tapping phones
todays faceless robot workers

Everywhere distractions
tech geeks discomboobulated
clamoring for something better
gazing down at shoes

Inside gobs of ire flailing
flummoxed by my never ending
unfulfilled desires

True enough a little dopey
mild mannered joe
falling prey to corporate metal teeth
that don’t let go

 

      Unfulfilled Desires (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

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Drawing above by Frost Newton

 
© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Have a Pressing Problem?

A place on Sacramento Street
that sits you in a catbird seat.
For finery in need of care,
Peninou, he’ll help you there!

Gamely Pierre Peninou
knowing what your garment’s worth,
glowingly he measures girth.
Brings unrivaled service to you…
plucky Pierre Peninou!

Need to hurry? Do not worry.
Accommodating through and through,
skillful Pierre Peninou!
See the fancy logo on his company hat.
Consummate taste, it shows in that.
Cultured Pierre Peninou!

Pierre mending collar stays.
He’ll impress proper plays.
Remarkable his craftsmanship
especially with finer things.
He’ll make sure seersucker suits
positively sing!

He’ll unwrinkle, block, repair, even cuff & collar
skirts, culottes, sweats and blazers.
Pierre spruces laundry bags
always with a winning splash.
Velvet capes he’ll brush with style.
Get your night gown pressed with dash.
Suits he tailor makes for you.
Crafty Pierre Peninou!

He will reinforce, depill,
stain guard & repel for you.
Flat cuffs cold, that’s old hat.
Complicated tasks he’ll do…
Call on Pierre Peninou!

  

© 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder

Casing the Headlands

Casing the Headlands

In these hills, occurs to me
the remains of fortress walls…
the housings where great guns
once stood to defend America.

Here by Rodeo Beach,
before there were A-bombs
mammoth gun turrets
kept enemies at bay.

Gath’ring under clumps of trees
a wistful klatch of inductees…
in this place orderlies
from distant eras congregate.

Attachés from long ago
in silver hazes by the sea…
backlit by metallic notes
buoys, fiddle dee dee!

Gazing out at blue sea stack
(along this coast a shimmery glaze),
taking in the crashing waves

Like Helmut Lang in days of yore,
a slinky wisp perambulating
prancing this majestic shore
wandering ’round I lurk and ponder Hill 88.

What ghosts will some
strange cat see
fifty years from now?

Will there be another batch of
narley spirits by the sea?
Gaucho reincarnates
loping scrubby straits?

Maybe they will perch
beside a dreamy wag like me
who also comes to perorate,
a little philosophical
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

Music and Poetry Audio

The following tracks are performances by author Robert Lane Wilder with music by Anthony Sepulveda.

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      The San Francisco Beat (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Playa Bunnies (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Cheap Apartment Living (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Chillin With Gerard (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Cliffside Hovering Pelicans (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Legend Edward Hopper (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Employment Today (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Unfulfilled Desires (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      A Hard Pressed Modern Goth Grrl (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      A Freedom Rider Cool (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Props for Stig (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

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The Mass Transit Blues

I.

A useless thing this safety net
no help for the ones who get
billed a hundred thousand times
the going rate for getting sick

Swindled by Kafkaesque
health insurance bureaucrats
jerked around
fingered like a piece of human lumber
treated like a grim subhuman
tagged with ID number

Corporato profiteer robots far and near
pawns and peons racing ’round
(ambitious sorts who do not care and
could not be more cruel)
corruption breeding cavalier
greed that’s seen as cool

Where is love where compassion
human warmth out of fashion
space cadets in public spaces
sporting ugly stressed out faces

In a tizzy wondering
what does all this mean
jittery fingers palpitating
challenged brains everywhere

Trudging down filthy sidewalks
between trash heap squares and screws
miseries a zillion billion bundled up shoving throughs
between every hangdog face
the mass transit blues

II.

Snapping turtles left and right
emblems of the grand dysfunction
underpinning urban blight

  

-copyr. 2017 by Robert Lane Wilder