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

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

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

Music and Poetry Audio

The following tracks are performances by author Kelsey 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.

 

      (clip) The San Francisco Beat - Sepulveda and Wilder

 

      Clamorous Brooklyn - Sepulveda and Wilder

 

      Her Black Crushed Velvet Hat - Sepulveda and Wilder

 

The Mass Transit Blues

I.

Nonexistent safety net
no help for the ones who get
billed a hundred thousand times
the going rate getting sick
swindled by some Kafkaesque
health insurance bureaucrats

Jerked around and 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 rushing ’round
(ambitious sorts who do not care and
could not be more cruel)
obsequious and cavalier
greed has become cool

Where is love where compassion
human warmth not in fashion
space cadets in public spaces
sporting ugly stressed out faces

Wondering and pondering
what does all this mean
jittery fingers palpitating
up & down purse strings
challenged brains don’t care
nothing works any more

Pacing floor corner store
trudging down a filthy sidewalk
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 light
snip snap about grand dysfunctions
underpinning urban blight

  

-copyr. 2017 by Kelsey 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