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Issue #1, April-May 2017 – Contents:

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 Kelsey Wilder

Rainbow Grocery - San Francisco

Meeting at Rainbow Grocery

Suzi swimmingly perceptive,
she concludes,

Not with cell phone…
he’s not someone who can’t bear to be alone.
He might well be complicated,
soulful being situated.

In him she sees something
only artists understand.

Suzi rolls up satin sleeves,
sporting in her pleasant face
sensitive insightful visions of
the human race.

Suzi shows off smirks and smiles
glowing with substantial grace,
owing to her juicy
rainbow flavored dreamlike taste.


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


© 2017 by Kelsey Wilder

George Grosz

George Grosz assigned ideas to imagery poignantly.
Into human folly, grasping zeitgeist by the throat.
He took apart convention and conformity a lot
nailing its reality, civilization in decline.

George Grosz - Kelsey Wilder poetry

Pointing out pointlessness,
the evils of an ugly age.
Grosz a peerless visionary
zeroed in, exposed its veils,
the underpinnings of corruption.

Eagerly 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 Kelsey Wilder

Unfulfilled Desires

Unfulfilled Desires - Kelsey Wilder poetry
Jaded as I scootch around
under San Francisco
waiting for a train to come
underneath I’m glum

Noticing the dim and dumb
wannabes from office towers
rap tap tapping phones
workers tracked by satellites

Everywhere distractions
feeling discomboobulated
clamoring for something better
gazing at my shoe

In me gobs of ire flailing
flummoxed by a million billion
unfulfilled desires
cranky demons cackling

I am not sure why
a little wobbled mild mannered joe
falling prey to corporate metal
teeth that don’t let go


Drawing above by Frost Newton

© 2017 by Kelsey Wilder

Machiavellian Business Snakes

Machiavellian Business Snakes - art by Frost Newton

Forests falling down
destructions all around
spotlights on fellers
felling old growth trees

Tough guys gazing into space
flatten unprotected
homes of the innocent

Steamrolling habitats
wiping out wetlands
striking up strip malls

Corporate crooks they factory farm
practice mutagenics
global warming’s just a start
sweeping under carpet
the harms they perpetrate

Damn these parasites these fakes
machiavellian business snakes
shortsighted money grubbing
wormy squirmy weasels

In their hackneyed coats and ties
narcissistic weenies
trumpeting a host of ways
that entangle and divide

Spewing worse than stinky
destructive plumes of air pollution
machiavellian business snakes
claiming they know what it takes
to help poor folks prosper

In reality they hide
inside golden towers
interested in strangleholds
monopolizing power

Killing every creature in the forest
quite capricious making sure
more and more
eco systems vanish

Hollow and barbaric
a juggernaut this world of suits
multiplying knockout blows
pumping toxins into creek beds
dumping plastic in the ocean

All the time refusing
to accept responsibility
evil power prizing pricks
raping mother earth


Drawing above by Frost Newton


© 2017 by Kelsey 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 meet you there!

Old hand Pierre Peninou
knowing what your garment’s worth,
glowingly he measures girth.
Unrivaled service brought to you by
plucky Pierre Peninou!

In a hurry? Please, don’t worry.
There is so much he can do.
Skillful Pierre Peninou!
Fancy looking 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 clean with style.
Get your night gown pressed with dash.
Suits he tailors just for you.
Crafty Pierre Peninou!

He will reinforce, depill,
stain guard & repel for you.
Flat cuffs cold, that’s old hat.
Stuff that he can quickly do.
Call up Pierre Peninou!


© 2017 by Kelsey Wilder

Casing the Headlands

Casing the Headlands

Snappy cannons in these hills
conveying what’s American.

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

In this place orderlies
from distant eras congregate.
A wistful klatch of inductees
gath’ring under clumps of trees.

Attachés from long ago
in silver hazes by the sea
spindly ring 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 down scrubby slopes?

Maybe they’ll be perched beside
a dreamy wag like me
who also comes to perorate…
a little philosophical by 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 Kelsey Wilder

The Managed Care Machine

The Managed Care Machine

Are we just reptiles?
Managed care patients building up steam
in agony sit around waiting to get seen

First fill out form sir
handed wads of paper and a clipboard
manifesting gloom
contemplating doom

Hokey art darns the walls
everything in here screams
Welcome to The Soulless Managed Care Machine

Short shrift that’s all you get
blinded by fluorescent lights
through your head disgust careens

Sitting here you can’t escape
plastic horror after horror
Kafka-esque this place obscene
The Managed Care Machine


© 2017 by Kelsey Wilder