I Know What I Like

So I finally decided that I needed to update the Work In Progress page on my web thingy, which means the following poem is no longer a work in progress, but rather a work.


BAKERSFIELD

Sometimes you can gauge the size of the mountains in the distance
Through the desert haze; sometimes
They’re inert ghosts. Sometimes
The desert is a placemat with a maze on the back

Leading you here.

The floor of the valley, flecked
With mechanical mosquitoes, sucking the black blood out of the earth,
Even a hundred years later, still thirsty
For the wealth beneath the weepy end
Of the River Kern.

Here are the bastard offspring of a truck farmer
Who knew a good thing when he saw it:
An outpost for weary travelers, a green slash on a canvas of brown,
An oasis in the desert.

An enclave in the nowhere that is now here,
An outpost, in what might be
The last, best place in California,
Just a speck on the edge
Of fly-over country, where the bad habits born of desperation
Fall away like the memories of yesteryear’s World of Tomorrow,
Pre-cast concrete balustrades fitted with faded aluminum fins.

Decades away
From the eager immigrants
Ready to begin the beguine, produce the produce,
Sluice the juice from the crust of the earth,
Now suburban commandoes, ready
For supper.



Which is, after all, fairly silly, but at least it reflects how I feel about the place.

SoundClick Widgets

So I added a buncha tunes since I last posted the Widget. The latest is a re-working of a tune I wrote for Doc Nagel, kind of about a cat he had rescued. This last bit was mainly just something I cooked up in order to fool around with my mic set-up. I guess you could call it a semi-serious, paritially successful experiment.