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San Diego ComicCon 2019

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Artists, movie & tv actors’ panels, hundreds of vendors, crowds jamming the convention center & adjacent participating hotels & nearby closed-off- streets-to-car-traffic, restaurants & local hotels enjoying their busiest week of the year, and a time when even adults can let loose with their diversity of costumes.

For my wife and I, it started with early a.m. before Preview Night. We needed to set up our panels for the Art Show at the Hyatt near Seaport Village—which was really cool, because it was open to the general public. Also, because we had tickets for Preview Night, we lucky ones got a head start on beating the really big crowds and receiving extra freebees—which might include anything from special toys & paraphernalia, books & comics & posters, art prints, large tote bags, program booklets for the upcoming week’s events, and at least a general feel for the exhibit floor’s layout before the next crowd-filled days.

Fortunately, our staycation at our hotel provided attendees with a free shuttle in order to avoid the downtown herd of cars. Only the shuttles and permit vehicles were allowed on that stretch of the convention center.

Now that my feet are at rest, I’d like to share with you some pics of our experience—a few of them described; the rest for your visual enjoyment. Peace.

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signing spat

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my stupid comment
silent but tasteless
tick’d her off

her palms and finger’s
kung fu flyers
flailing from her body
hitting me
hurting me
without touching me

later
my penitence
my standing
on a breath of bend’d knee
flutter’d before her eyes

till we both surrender’d
embrac’d
and cultivat’d smiles
on deaf hands

tree

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time’s been good to me

my hide
though bronz’d
by the seasons
manicur’d
be crawlers and flyers
and autographers
still holds fast on firm feet

generations
of admirers
of passing glances
have I outliv’d

and might someday
my leaves never reawaken
your memories
your snapshots
be bless’d
for making me immortal

rest stop

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sharing big bird rock
with a smaller bird whose wings
must flap thrice as hard

spacewaves: Piccadilly Circus

in the far tomorrow
eyes within Magellanic Clouds
might detect a signal

vivid voices
among the stars
on golden record

an old crossroads
of me— Westminister

and infer it as noise

and tho’ my rock
in Milky Way
might be no more
yet tarries my name

togetherness

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hands
eyes
thoughts
in courtship

sensing
no one
nothing
nowhere but here

now this is dancing

dreamverse 1

the card deck
of my footprints
shuffl’d
cut
reshuffl’d
dealt
to the many myselves
till I’m awaken as one
to a fading memory
of those last hands

sometimes
a struggle
to a complete fold

rock star

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hero
on a cd houseboat
sometimes anchor’d
sometimes ploughing video streams—
hypnotizing eyes and ears
at the dinner table
where guests not only share
but also digest as a solitary one
with appetite fully satisfy’d
while never full enough