Friday A-And

unparked car outside. pressed up against something - let's just assume it's not nothing. although it may well be. just as we should assume it is in fact a car, that is in fact un-parked. even though it is in fact a dog by a tree. but let's not assume.

Thursday Sun-Takes

the sheets won't let me go. try as the sun might to pull me to the morning, they will not let me go. because they too remember that dream - of me kissing her, of her kissing me, of us kissed and us both kissed by an endless endless sparkler-kiss, the heat from which will leave each sheet, and rise to the sun, rising this morning again on heat from a thousand cooling sheets.

Wednesday-Attic

what pulls the night? what directs it? has it draw out the streets. pull the light from the stars. lay the river one silver black. the sun's amnesia? the waiting sea? the weight of waiting still for day to come?

Tuesday She-Listened

press. ouch. hard against it. yes: press. out and against: - here. and here. press then push. press; then push; now pull. hard: pull hard. use your grip. use your fists and now push against. watch. and stop. push now and pull and watch. there. you can see it come. you can stop and watch it coming now. open your fists and release your fingers.

Crepuscularity Monday

I laugh at myself too she told me once, until all the others join in. Then I look away, I walk away sometimes.... I fold in on me. Become small as possible and thin, and then I get forgotten she said then I'm just a shadow then a line that becomes the edge of something that's far more important. All gone - just an edge. No color left. A hint. She told me this. More than once in fact.

Last Sunday

I wait. Words but and or come - nothing doing: a rhythm sways in but goes away uninterested. I wait again. Words understood and understand come, and another rhythm filters in, its strands glancing understood, but just too late to take a hold of it: understood falls, and understand, watching, moves away, (understandably). I wait. Unsaid rhythms form and then go; words like hemisphere and rope-rash and ass saunter in and then leave without trace, and also with. Until until comes, with before and with after. Erect words that stride into place and wait here with me for rhythm.

Sit Saturday

on a chair. you say. he is on a chair. the chair says, he's on me. but listen to the desk - the chair is lazy; the chair won't move; the chair is sat on him. but the law of upside-down, traveling through as a shadow, falling from the door, says sit is holding them both.

Longer Than Sunday

5 minutes to write. Write anything. Or something. Something that is, er, writing. And then, something that isn't, because it becomes read. And then, becomes remembered; becomes a memory. 5 minutes to write a memory. OK. A memory. Here it is. And here it is too. And it's here, here, and here as well. Can't quite pin it down. It's here again. And here. It's impossible to forget. So how can it be a memory?

Care Tuesday Less

He was careless. A something he realized later. After the many years in which, while always fundamentally careless, he seemed to the many round him scattered, unpredictable, unfortunate. His grandmother, mother, father and only employer longer than a year all agreed. And used the word careless, rather carelessly now it seems. He took to wearing suits to rid himself his carelessness; he studied law and history and economics and other straight degrees to stay aligned. He took fitness classes to walk solid and straight as possible, eradicating all hint of any wobble, all possibility of a swagger or limp. He remained straight. Purchasing a house with military neighbors either side and behind, at the end of a freeway, so careless trips to the bush always became journeys to the office. And his wife was a painter of lines. All this of course till he relaxed. At 40. As the rhythms of life appeared repeating. The lyrics of the day appeared repeating. He found himself buying the same razor, soap, bread, apples, toilet-roll, bread, soap. razor, apples. Holidays, booked without thinking, the same day leaving, same day returning, same airline, same hotel, same room. Each mark he left; each word he used; each every thing, same. Same. Same. And then he was speeding on the freeway. At first a nudge over, then with fury passed blurs of trees and blurs of spreads of cars. Taking the wrong exits. Making mistakes. Buying the wrong bread at the wrong time. Buying razors too small with the wrong money. Buying toilet rolls too expensive; too full of poison. Going nowhere on holiday. His wife carried on painting the lines.

Poor Saturday

Sat in a bank. That was a bank. That is now only a bank in words; in architecture too. In function it's a gallery. Hang on: in words it's a gallery . So, in words it's a bank and gallery. Better words required: it was a bank. But, it still is: it was built to be a bank, and zero demolition has transpired so, it's still a bank. But all the money's gone. The tellers have disappeared. So. What is it. It is a was a bank? It is a gallery was a bank? It's a bank is a gallery? It's architecture; it's a building, about which the words gallery and bank buzz, as the function of moneyless art transpires.

Cancel Sunday

and go on. and go on. from what? and to what? three words, a bridge perhaps? three words, a line pointing right? three words, pointing left? or a line uttering boredom? humming a nothing tune.... and go on.... desultory perhaps. perhaps.... three words; these are three words...: bam, bam, bam. neutral, hardly-saying, structural, colorless. an unwhite line proving a movement. without adornment; without decoration. flavorless almost, in need, of the flesh of attention, which comes in hearing or seeing it. a line of reception - a honed receptor - honed down to want for something specific - nothing other. a want for a page to prove it.

Poor-Bastard Wednesday

Thought that. I'm too tired to, so that's what I did. Thought that. And in the tired, it too thought me: I thought that, that thought me, both getting more and more tired. Until we both fell to sleep, which  dreamed both of us.