25 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

last night i fell asleep listening to tvs type and breathe over a bad skype connection

this morning i woke up to a series of skype conversation bubbles

it read like a poem
v. beautiful

it inspired this poem,
as well as reawakened the desire to create a multimedia arts journal which somehow mirrors / recreates the poetry which happens thru technology, like messaging systems

25 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

a somewhere moves air

between teeth

ghost says yes to heat

 

10 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

a successful day at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books

$2 used books (!!)

met a wonderful soul at Stranger Comics
finally got to see Niobe in print

excited for free comic book day so i can score myself a copy + poster

 

10 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

playful dna

interrupts itself

the steps we take to climb

 

 

after the book festival, i sat down to rearrange all the books in my totebag

next to me was a mother and her boyfriend and her son

walking across the way was a mother and her son

both boys were very young

the rambunctious one was climbing the stairs, the shy one curious

asked “wanna play?”

the boy ran to his mom. the other continued playing. it took a long time for the mother to agree.

“yeah!” the shy boy exclaimed
but by the time the shy boy came back the rambunctious boy was no longer playful and suddenly shy

everyone stood around awkwardly

it was the most heartbreaking event i’ve witnessed for days

but wait

it gets worse

they attempt to play. it’s awkward. no longer spontaneous. the mothers attempt to leave. they’re still trying, though, those boys. the shy one and his mother go but he tells the boy he’ll be back, they just have to move the car. only the mother with the boyfriend and her son remain. she says, lets go. he says, they’re coming back. they’re not coming back, the mother responds. they’re coming back, the boy says. they’re not coming back, the mother says.

they leave.

a little while later, i leave.

and of course
i pass the mother and her son, coming back.

 

08 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

the past two days have been full of mistakes in the adventures of bookmaking

it’s nice to find time and quietly reflect for poetry, though

 

08 : suck myself out the heart i give it back

there are six directions

a body in the dark

hears only one