Disney should move here and create a real World of Tomorrow. Build it -and they will come!
Posted on February 17, 2019 by Royal Rosamond Press
It’s a known fact
the Greys parked their saucers atop
the Potrero Power-stack
and recharged their engines.
Children who grew up by the bay
saw them all the time!
The night guards didn’t want to mess with them
nor be called “crazy”.
I just got a response from a historian
who pretended she did not know what I am talking about.
She sent me to the library
as faraway from Site 9 as they could.
Above is the same old trick they use
to render us worker-slaves.
I went to another of their civic “brainstorming” sessions,
and they took everyone in the room, but two.
Folks that go to see ‘The Planners’
are lonely and unemployed.
They are not missed.
They are plum tuckered out after a month of hard labor
they have no memory of.
When I took a pic at this Gathering Place,
the woman at the door asked if I was the press.
“I cover the waterfront!”
“Who sang that great song?”
They say they want your history so they can preserve it.
They want to pickle you
and take your frozen soul away
And here he come
the black man with a
to play to the sound
and the water lapping up
against the broken
When I was twelve, I had a big decision to make. Should I be an Architect, or, an Artist? When I was eleven, I would sit with my family before the T.V. and draw Greek and Roman buildings – with columns! I chose to be an artist. As a bonus I became a poet. There are many poems hidden in this blog.
For twenty years I made architecture my hobby. After a hard day being a newspaperman, I sit in my easy chair doing floor-plans. I have old floor plan books and will do home improvements on other folks ideas. I compare this to doing a crossword puzzle, or, crocheting, which I am going to take up. I see myself at more City Hall meetings with needles and a ball of yarn. Call this, my Rogues Pierre Period.
After being attacked by the Kimite Klan, I have been thinking…
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