Rothko(ShitCunt)Wednesday

after a Rothko multiform - untitled, 1949 - shit, fuck, cunt (for the greens, yellows, reds) plus punctuation interspersed with certain words for structure - like god or what - to articulate the feeling of waking naked at the center of a gigantic dam wall, middle of day, with nothing to stop your falling but moss and cracks:

oh shit. shit. shit. shit this is - whaaa - shiiit. shiiiit. hold on. whaaaa. shit. no, this, can't be, what? shit. shit. I, er, shit. wheramI? where am I! holy shit this. shit fuck (fuck) oh help me fuck oh, oh, fuck. no - fuck. look down fuck! fuck no. fuck no! look: wait: god if, I. if I just, oh fuck! come on god fuck. fuck. this is (shit) fuck. (this is-can't-be happening) god oh god oh fuck. and what fuck. fuck! what the fuck oh cunt! god cunt! - I'm-slipping - god you cunt! (shitcuntshit - fuck) oh cunt! what-a-cunt what-a-cunt acunt-a. this is (slipping; shitcunt) what-a cunt. slipping. I, I, orange

Monday's Teeth

see-it doo ya? d'ya see it? doo ya see it riggle? see its all its bestparts missing? hacked and battered off? deaf too because it can't hear; dumb too because it cannot speak, a limbless an a-limbless pale, see it drag along there using teeth - but fahow long? its blood's all go: its seeps and pours. it blind. it bag once o' breathing; sack a once was. see it? do ya see it? can yaa? me too

SatSunday Dyscalculia

1 word. 2 more words. 3 words that ask. 4 words want to reply. 5 words going to reply but. 6 words that interrupt what five was. 7 words interrupting the second of two interruptions. 8 words that care not for interruption, introducing nine. 9 words suffer dyscalculia before ten's. 10 words.

Friday Water-When

you know how you pour water, from a jug to the sink. for you to wash. and the jug is big like an 8 made of ceramic and glazed, a neutral pastel, and it's full: not stupid-full, all the way up to the top, but a full that fits the jug. a restrained full stoic and precisely there. and you need both hands and arms to hold the jug and tilt it: not like a baby, more like a small log for the fire. and as you do the feeling is of thrill-wrapped apprehension: is this working? will I splash and spill? will I somehow dishonor this mother-shaped give? and then water comes out a silence; but not silence: it concentrates all sound near within a water-quiet: the tv has a pouring sound now; the street outside has a pouring hushing through it; and that birdsong - it's congealing to a poured quietness. the pour from your arms commands the attention of the here.... then it's a lick, a long lick; a long that licks out the air; a long of air the length of which becomes a pouring only where air licks it. like a long glass tongue. which the sink will destroy: un-shifting sink. solid; unmoving. arms crossed watching the water come, knows the future here, and stays. so the water explodes on contact. an obliteration held in place only by the sound of it's splash, and the sink, which waits for the water to settle, to sigh to itself again, resigned to it's fate as fire

InThursdayOut

curious bastard. always poking your nose in. you - through my window, I see you: curious and nosy and what's worse, even when I sleep you come in; you push your damn way in and I can't hear you. but you come in anyway and change everything:- my bed; my furniture and my stuff; even my clothes you bastard. the hell do I do eh? you even touch me! you come in everyday, you poke around, you change everything. you sunrise. (not sunset.)

Wednesday Is-it

ithaca baulked - a what? and when to what.... (a blanket?) ithaca baulked. run-along. ithaca will be here - come-along. now-now run (tissue?) ahhh. next: wednesday, it will be a fish. a break in procedure yes, a wednesday-odd of fish oh yes. 24 hours replaced by pike, mackerel, cods. next. fire took the shock out from it there. see where the was is now? mast and furlong combining into a right old burny one. next? well: proceed: yes: yearn marks linger betwixt a jodhpur suit and old yoghurt parts. next, no. I've a flight to catch. he's a flight to catch. last passed the wins.... next

Tuesday's Trim

fourteen hours for one line