Been scribbling lots of notes in my Moleskine
don’t have the time to go back and read them.
Like chunky water
15+ new poems purged
that and $2 gets me a ride on the subway
speaking of, need to buy a new Metro card
find a new home
the right coast.
Brick and mortar/brick and clicks
Brian the EV record store cat
got me to buy
that Chap album with half a song
blaring through the humid air
he had me at “squirrelly.”
I am impulsive.
How to Draw a Bunny is
great but sad.
Ray Johnson lived in my neighborhood
in an apt on a street I perused today
Killed himself but was incredible and prolific
in his approach to art.
Always creating infinite loops
and juxtaposition
made his communication with others very challenging.
I like this song.
With cameras, size does matter
I like the way this one feels
heavy with curves
confidence of the flash
the (wo)manual lens
strap she is on
loan for a two day tryst
I must master her mysterious ways.
Fuck the point and click.
Outgrown.
Duende
the tide turns Paris into Madrid
act fast
it’s not full of shit. yet.
Tan covers the
black and blue
under my eyes.
Save your/myself
and the rest of it for the book.
Writing makes me feel right
in a way I could never explain.
Nor do I have to.
Learn/document. Keep going.
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