May Days
May 2nd, 2011 | Uncategorized
~ 77 words or less.
~ Create a title (not included in total word count).
~ Identifiably about San Jose and environs.
~ No profanity, bigotry, insults, etc.
~ Poetry preferred; nice prose fine too.
~ Name or alias (email preferred – not required).
Express your thoughts about San Jose in 77 words or less.
Copyright © SJ77 2010San Jose in 77 Words
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Back after 11 years says:
Overheard outside the Sharks playoff game against Detroit
“I didn’t know Caltrain came down this far.”
“I don’t dare hope they win, because I will jinx it.”
“They are worse than rooting for the Cubs.”
“This building has aged well.”
“How come the Warriors don’t play here?”
“Where was the Cow Palace?”
May 3rd, 2011 at 6:58 PM
Ellen Rosen says:
An Ode to SJPD
So they broke into my house through the window
And you came quickly, and showed me how
They walked across the room looking for cash
And finding none, they left in a flash
Leaving only the open drawers and messed up table
And you were soft and respectful and immensely able
Even though I realize now I wasted your time
With a burglary that wasn’t, but you said it was fine
It was your job and mine to report such things
And you called me ma’am in a little voice that sings
I like having a female cop come take care of me
With your short hair and manners and bravery!
May 3rd, 2011 at 7:02 PM
Susie Murillo says:
The Garden Cuttings in the street on Hanchett
Your palm tree looks healthy, if a little root bound.
Why are you throwing it away?
May 3rd, 2011 at 7:04 PM
Route 23 says:
Dawn on Curtner Ave
My boots scuff the gravel bike path behind Tamien station.
The freeway sighs
Litter flies
Minutes before the Sunday sun comes up over Communications Hill.
May 9th, 2011 at 11:56 PM
Berryessa Dad says:
Oh Dutch Hammond
Did you ever think your middle class Spoke City
Would turn out to be so profligate?
May 9th, 2011 at 11:57 PM
Ellen Rosen says:
While we sat on your new patio, looking at the mountains and trying to figure out the different types of trees, you went inside for another beer. I looked around at your new plants and roof and was pleased you kep the aluminum windows and sliding glass doors. I dreamed of Slip ‘n’ Slide.
May 9th, 2011 at 11:59 PM
Back After 11 years says:
Three Memories of San Jose (1999)
I.
Smoky Night.
The Cambrian Park Carousel wasn’t working.
I parked in front of your Mom’s garage and then should couldn’t get out later.
I wonder: has she forgiven me yet?
II.
Shannon
I fell asleep before your prom night was over. Sorry.
III.
A Toyota Camry
We figured out how to get the passenger seat to go back so we could fall asleep in each other’s arms.
May 10th, 2011 at 12:05 AM
Drew Clark says:
it is sad
really
to see
a city
die
hand in hand
i walk with my
lover every night
before bed
through the flouride
yellow lit streets of
san jose
silicon
valley
rustbelt
despondent storefronts
now homes for the desperate
hobo curled in the shadow of
a seedy strip mall
all her possessions piled
in a nest to warm her chest
all you people in your
gentrified delusions
Willow Glen
The Rose Garden
can’t you see that
YOUR CITY IS DYING
but it’s okay
because if you turn
the other way
all that decay
is masked by
potpourri memories
so here is a call to action
leave your lawns to seed
and your cars at home
take a walk
support local culture
lets resuscitate san jose
May 13th, 2011 at 3:30 PM
Route 23 says:
There’s a fine line between old and funky
And old and scuzzy
And old and unfair.
Let us not turn poverty and injustice into quaintness.
May 13th, 2011 at 5:39 PM
Pickled Violets says:
You can tell spring has arrived
by the tumbleweeds of pollen
rolling through gutters
piling up against
bus stops,
Smothering windshields,
making a mad dash across the street
a twisting, fluffy chain.
Like schoolchildren holding hands.
New color is added
to the flotsam in the street.
A buttercup hue
To the flaming Cheetos bag
still failing to decompose
despite the best efforts
of April’s showers.
Nature tries hard
to fertilize our concrete earth.
We complain of allergies.
May 13th, 2011 at 5:40 PM
Back after 11 years says:
Not on Google Maps
They say that all the blank spaces on the maps of San Jose have been filled. I disagree: the triangle median across the street from The Place on South First Street. Those redwoods and palms and dying grass go unmarked.
May 16th, 2011 at 8:12 PM
Susie Murillo says:
What were they thinking?
The blank freeway wall where St. John’s runs into 87: this is what happen when you design a city from a map’s bird’s-eye view, instead of from a walking homo sapien’s perspective.
May 16th, 2011 at 8:13 PM
Roger the Baron says:
San Salvador and 3d, 11:00 am
The guy is riding a pink cruiser. He’s wearing an old black leather jacket. A blonde mohawk. Smoking, while he waits for the signal to change.
I have lost my ability to comprehend irony.
May 16th, 2011 at 8:15 PM
Back After 11 years says:
The sound of wings at night
Do you remember? Outside the old Victorian–I think it’s at E. St. John and 17th. Stone griffons guarding the wrought iron gate. I remember you wondered if they would fly when we weren’t looking. And we laughed and weeks later, when we heard the bird sounds through Sharon’s open window before dawn, you said that was their mating call.
May 16th, 2011 at 8:17 PM
Ellen Rosen says:
The real watchers of the skies
The huge satellite dishes, two of them, on top of the collapsing bungalow.
They point south, like they’re straining to catch the beep beep beep of some radio call from a distant star, sent light years previously.
May 16th, 2011 at 8:18 PM
Rosegarden Dad says:
After the rain, the gutters by the abandoned service yard are filled with black water. The abandoned one-quart Corona bottle in the parking strip reflects dimly; slight ripples amid the grass cuttings, weeds and fosters’ freeze cup.
May 16th, 2011 at 8:20 PM