7th Annual
Poems Under the Dome
April 27, 2012 5:30-8:00 p.m.
San Francisco City Hall
#1 Dr. Carlton B. Goodlett Place, SF CA 
FREE! Everyone is welcome!
Primary Host is Diamond Dave Whitaker

Read a poem under the dome at San Francisco City Hall!

more info: poemdome.net

the shadow of the vineyard
and those that labored in her true
lines and levels
dirt and tendrils
imbibed. surprised. patience oak cask task

writing in a language - challenge understand
already recorded, index, keyword points of light
scraping + squeezing; leveraged assets
fiction jazz pants

all for some faceplate; marquee brand delusion
but ohhhhh the feelings - leathered descent
driving! dealing!

as long as you're up the beat
they goad you, the game so, but
you and me -- we're on a first name basis
designer transit skirt
hiked steep hills
falling in heels steep
all turn
around

so beautiful holding tender heart beat
so beautiful, echo echo
so many beauties; proper pedals
took my cup round, while she doled
out ones and….

i bow my head in prayer, scribe asana
and uru ulla true arrive, jete granda

Real As Dusk

Tender like moonlight

fleeting are reflections

Cruising......




Ohhhhhh Stretch!




Talk to the webbed foot bb.

Swift ebb tide....



Water brown from deluge of recent rain cascading into bay, pelicans happily fishing for brunch.

Dive dive dive!!

Full Moon Rising over Angel Island, San Francisco Bay




Reflections of Moon on Water

catch you round the bend
flip time, I had to eat yo-mo
in a fury, all is slo-mo
grey lattice crossing nectar shores

then in a field: everlasting
wine, sweet and tart: relaxing
vigor or a tone: enhancing
the well, dank water: rising

tables and charts and means and ways
all the petty criminals are paid
here we sit: two scribe two nights
outside corner, major domo, blurred sights

Shut up - i'm just getting started
your little no nothin' has been pardoned
i didn't hoe, but she grows, a garden
feeling green, fell between, Shoshanna

in the middle of all her thoughts for her pleasure
i spied, amazed, a master of strings
Jerked, Hook victim, is impelled
to recite every trick charlatans sell

i could bore you with the modulations of tone
and which ones settle deep: Muscle. Bone.
i could fear ya bout those that hunt kin
feeble steel, still a lion, can cage in

rust becomes a cage for a lion
who triumphs by means of spiritus rising
that lion is more noble then the circus goon
or the animals who pay to enter that tomb

slave and master turning around
a karmic wheels mud, illusion bound
cry of a baby: a new body soul enters
pray to forget, debts, big game adventures

it is a game, a ruse, an illegal bond
that causes a free man to take up bounds
become chains, of patterns, of mode
fluid forming, frightened tightening
timid becomes titan becomes tyrant
deposed, exposed...

thrown laugh silent

rowing my boat, suddenly pelicans everywhere!!

i was walking this morning
when i noticed that i must have dropped my sweater
turned back, retraced my steps
there was my sweater in the park, at the border between grass and sand
saw S playing guitar, stopped to listen
then J ambles over, some kind of hippee cloth guitar case
they start to play together
S reciting poetry
then W comes over, beats on small hand drum
the tide high slack
shore birds sticking long beaks into sandy muddy overflow
i watch birds visual play
while guitars and drum wing sound current over under tonal

only because i dropped my sweater

and all i could think about

was telling you this story,
and wishing you could hear soft guitars,
soothing your ragged agendas

another sloppy recording with inappropriate equipment

dog carrying secrets of aspiration
joyful slavery flipping the master
who trips over leash, likes the feel
of polyester clinging secret skin tightening

soundcloud.com/tidalme/universal-beggars

Universal Beggars by tidalme

cuz i gotta urge five fathoms deep
and i go far every time i sleep
if to sleep, perchance to dream
pulled a thread - nightingale - seam

soundcloud.com/tidalme/nightengale

Nightengale by tidalme