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

Rainbow Grocery - San Francisco

Meeting at Rainbow Grocery

Suzi endearingly 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.

She sees in him something
only artists understand.

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

Suzi sorta smirks and smiles
glowing with substantial grace,
owing to some special
rainbow flavored dreamlike 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 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

 

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

Machiavellian Business Snakes

Machiavellian Business Snakes - art by Frost Newton

Spotlights on the fellers
felling old growth trees

Fatboy business CEOs
wrecking homes of creatures
steamrolling habitats
wiping out wetlands
sacrificing nature to install
a bloody strip mall

Corporate crooks who factory farm
practice mutagenics
global warming’s just a start
sweeping under carpets
the poison deeds they do

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

In their hackneyed coats and ties
narcissistic weenies
chasing tin pot strategies
bulldoze all that’s in the way

Spewing starkly dangerous
plumes of air pollution
machiavellian business snakes
claiming they know what it takes

In reality they hide
inside brazen towers
interested in strangleholds
monopolizing powers

Choking every creature in the forest
quite capricious making sure
more and more
life forms disappear

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

All the time refusing
to accept responsibility
high strung power grasping pricks
raping mother earth

  

Drawing above by Frost Newton

 

© 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.

Note: Below are short samples only. These are all clips taken from this author’s longer, entire songs or poems. Contact us here to get the full songs or poems.

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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

 

The above are sound clips. You can get the whole versions, of the author reading these entire works, by clicking here

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

Arts Council Meeting in California

The California Arts Council Butt-Kissing Section

Our minds just don’t open. On this you can count!
The California Arts Council Butt-Kissing Section
invites you to its annual Back Patting Party.

Butt-kissing cronies gain admittance for a pittance.
Any riff-raff wanting in has to cough up bundles.

Pressing our priorities, we practice cliquishness,
vindicating well-dressed clean cut weenies.

We display sanctimonious inauthentic ways
propping up liars with glad handing sneers…
this world’s gauchest brownnosing robot bohemians
make for the drippiest party in years!

  

© 2017 by Trajan Black