You Say I’m Your favorite drug?

You say I’m your favorite drug?

Then I will die with every dose,

So rush baby rush!

My illusions will never be more beautiful!

(c) Rob Goldstein, 1986

 

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Sunday in the Park

I went for a walk on Sunday through San Francisco’s Alamo Square Park.

It’s so refreshing to see people out and enjoying each other without the
rancor and ugliness of armed racists bearing Confederate Flags and
swastika’s.

I reflected on the beauty of the people and the day and realized how good life is when people simply agree to abide by civilized norms of behavior.

Please, enjoy this moment in the park.

Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco

 

Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco
Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco
Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco
Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco

 

Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco
Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco

 

Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco
Photograph of people enjoying a Summers Day
Sunday, August 20, 2017 at Alamo Square Park in San Francisco

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

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Venice Beach, April 26, 1990

1,

He throws his
muscle onto
the beach
each swaggering
step a flex in

time.

As the
bodybuilder
struts to
shore
a seagull

crosses

the sky

she must

fly–

2.

His abs and thighs
memories of flesh
from no specific
man from bodies
that no longer
exist–

now he stretches.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: By the Statue of the Unknown Bodybuilder

Midnight in the underworld, fireflies twinkle.

Hades scratches himself and remarks on the rain, “Wet, ain’t it?”

The hot Sun settles over Jamaica Plains as the F Train find its
way to The Village.

Persephone claps her hands to her forehead and remarks to the old
woman in the seat across from hers: Oh, the unbearable lightness of
being!”

Replies the old woman, “I’m sorry, these are my bad ears.”

“They look fine to me.”

“Don’t be absurd!”

Persephone points through the screen at the writer: “Tell him to don’t.”

“Oh he never doesn’t!” proclaims the old woman. When do you reach Hell?”

“As soon as I relinquish this train.”

“That could be any time.”

“That could be as we speak.”

“But it won’t be you know,” the old woman points through the screen at the writer. “He hates mixing action with dialogue.”

The train slows as it nears the mouth of Hell and stops.

Persephone disembarks; a cat darts between the wheels of a cart and she recognizes the familiar landmarks of her youth:

The Statue of the Unknown Bodybuilder heroically crushing a mound of
squirming women beneath his feet; the 7Eleven where she stops to buy
Hades a fine cigar.

Public Domain Photo of the Statue of Civic Virtue which Stood at the Union TurnPike station in Queens until it was removed in 2015
The Statue of the Unknown Bodybuilder

How the old devil loves his cigars!

“White Owl.” she says.

“Oui.” replies the clerk.

And it is done.

(C) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

Statue of the Unknown Body Builder based on a public domain photo of the Statue of Civic Virtue which stood in Queens at Union Turnpike Station until
2015.