Signs of the Times

Hundreds of thousands of people marched in the Bay Area
yesterday, and my partner and I were among them.

Imagine a coalition of every group of people targeted by
the Trump GOP.

This is an aerial view of the Rally in front of San Francisco
City Hall.

This view shows Market Street packed demonstrators from the
beginning of the march at City Hall to the end of the march at the
Embarcadero.

Here are some of the better shots of the day:

A photograph from the 2018 San Francisco Women's March in fron't of San Francisco City Hall
City Hall – San Francisco Women’s March 2018
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco - A sign that reads When injustice becomes law resistance becomes duty
When injustice becomes law resistance becomes duty
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San FranciscoTo be silent and indifferent the greatest sin of all
To be silent and indifferent the greatest sin of all
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco - A sign that reads stop trump's racist agenda
Stop Trump’s racist agenda
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March -I Stand with Her
I Stand with Her
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco - A sign that reads Time's up
Times up
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco - A sign that reads the rise of women, the rise of a Nation
The Rise of women, the rise of a Nation
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco -a sign that reads I refuse to live in your shithole
I refuse to live in your shithole
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco - A sign that reads Love + Power
Love plus Power

 

A sign at the 2018 San Francisco Women's March in support of DACA
Doing the right thing is not a political issue, it’s a moral issue.
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco - Market Street during the march
Market Street San Francisco
Scenes from the 2018 Women's March in San Francisco - A child sits on her Father's shoulders
A Child on Dad’s Shoulders

 

All Photographs (c) Rob Goldstein 2018 All Rights Reserved

The Screen

I’ve re-written this poem since first posting
so I’ll post both versions.

This is the re-write:

The Screen

There is a screen between us, semi-opaque;
it filters our lives.

What you see is what I’m not and what I see
is not what you imagine.

Now you are the romantic, slipping into his
drugs, as I slither on your lap, flushed with
shame: for this, I win the crown.

We are a little Miss America, lost on her stroll
down the aisle.

We are the innocent little darling who forgets
to look harmless.

The first post:

The Screen

There is a screen between us, semi-opaque; it
filters our lives.

What you see is who I want to be and what I
see is not what you imagine.

Now you are the romantic; weeping into his drugs,
while I dance on the table, flushed with shame, for
this, I win a crown.

We are a little Miss America, lost on her stroll
down the aisle.

We are the little darling who forgot to
look harmless.

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2016-2018 All Rights Reserved

 

A Flight of Ideas: The Coke Conspiracy

No. Judy doesn’t love me.  And I don’t love her.

Her job is to help me do my job and in that way
our jobs are secure.

Together we could climb a summit of immense
dimensions!

I lay on the mat in the seclusion room and
considered the War in Viet Nam.

Had the hippies ended it or was it economics?

I mean, had the peace movement become another
hot property, or was it a brand?

I mean, why would Coke want to teach the World
to sing?

How much money does Coke make if everyone
in the World buys everyone in the World one
Coke per day?

I quickly do the math: 7.2 billion people x $2.65
USD per can of coke = $19.08 billion USD!

Per day!

Why is a man who understands Coke’s conspiracy
to end World hunger in a seclusion room?

I called to tell Judy; she had to know my secret!

But she was washing broccoli out of her hair.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved.

Strange Dream #12

The snake yawns wide and shows its venom glands.

He is a large scaly ES on the queen sized bed in room 314.

“Ssunlight is an abomination.” sighs the snake.

“Oh fuck off!” snaps the dog with a twitch of his tail. “The whole
day  is an abomination!”

“I know where the Garden iss.” says the snake.

“So you’ve said,’ replies the dog, “where is it, again?”

“In Manhattan, marked by the statue of the unknown bodybuilder.
Every Christmass true believerss ice skate to celebrate his musscles.”

“So, how come you don’t live there?”

“I got tossed by a blast of righteousness.  God did a shimmy-shake and
I landed here with Frank. God was jealouss: I got a piece of the woman.”

The dog’s tail twitches again.

“Howss about you?” asks the snake. “How did you get here?”

“I was a happy Lab, bounding and slobbering and bouncing when suddenly a Toyota Celica flattens me. Frank peeled me up and nailed me to this here wall.

Frank’s a good sort really, taking us in like this.”

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 all rights reserved

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