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Issue #1, Nov.-Dec. 2017 – Contents:

 
 

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

George Grosz

George Grosz redacted imagery poignantly.
Into human folly, grasped the zeitgeist by its throat.
Convention and conformity he took apart sharply
nailing its reality, civilization in decline.

George Grosz - Robert Lane Wilder poetry

Pointing out pointlessness,
showing and revealing the evils of an ugly age.
Grosz a peerless visionary exposing completely
the underpinnings of corruption.

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

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

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

 
 

Drawing above by George Grosz

 

© 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

Machiavellian Business Snakes

Machiavellian Business Snakes - art by Frost Newton
Spotlights on the fellers
felling old growth trees

Hateful CEOs
wrecking homes of creatures
steamrolling habitats
wiping out wetlands
pulverizing nature

Corporate crooks who factory farm
deceptions at the core
sweeping under carpets
the damage that they do

Parasites fakes
machiavellian business snakes
shortsighted money grubbing
wormy squirmy weasels

Typically in coats and ties
narcissistic weenies
propagating waste and ruin
bulldozing nature

Hatching globs of air pollution
machiavellian business snakes
claiming they know what it takes

All wound up inside a monstrous
zillion dollar tower
exercising strangleholds
flaunting daunting power

Making sure even more life forms die
this barbaric juggernaut
the hollow world of suits
multiplies its knockout blows

Pumping toxins into rivers
dumping plastics in the ocean
all the time refusing to accept responsibility
high strung dipshits
power grasping pricks
raping mother earth

  

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

The Managed Care Machine

This Managed Care Machine

Managed care patients
sit and steam suffering for hours
waiting to get seen

First fill out this form sir
handed wads of paper
hokey arts on the wall
everything in here screams

You’ve Arrived Inside
a Soulless Managed Care Machine

Short shrifts what you get
blinded by fluorescent light
in your head disgust careens

What you think or feel here
remains insignificant
intimidating and surreal
Kafka-esque a world obscene
This Managed Care Machine

   

© 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.

To check out more free audio clips from this author, click here

 

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

 

      Playa Bunnies (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Cheap Apartment Living (Sound Clip) - Robert Lane Wilder

 

      Employment Today (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