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 ok: I'm listening

Tuesday You-and-Yours

you come round again. your image coming round again. you coming round again. notice the distinct, unnerving lack of difference here, the unnerving sameness, the unnerving un-presence of any between. you-and-your-image. and round you go, all of you, distinctly, cut clean within the color ochre. definitely not cut from it, you're cut within it. scored, etched, cut - rather like a mechanical cookie-cutter presses down into dough, and presses down firmly to make the image, but releases before it cuts. this is you. there in the ochre. you and your image. or is it mine? we turn the corner. we come around. we get extended by the coming round, and then affirmed by the coming round. long pale thin flags flutter above us, casting not a shadow; tall walls huddle, casting not a shadow; horizontal planes cascade in the distance and press against our feet. this town feels us at its skin, with the feeling of it at our skin. we come around. we are the walking of the town and its ochre-change. we find ourselves, we find us here, sun through the sun

SaSuMonday's Wait

trying hard. always tried hard. once and then once again. once and then once more. and then again. once and then before the last once more. before the once more before the once before. and more. and more. (you must wait here.) tried hard. trying hard tried hard again and once more, (yes, here - wait just here). tried hard too; always trying - always trying, tried hard. (now sit. sit just here.) once before, and once more, and yes of course, once after, and again once after once more. (now, did you wait? and, did you sit? I ask for I do not see anymore: did you sit?) then more trials: always trials. never once; always once more. once, then once again; then once more and again once more. (what did you see sitting there? for how long did you wait - did you have to wait? was it necessary to wait?) no more now though: I have asked; I waited; and I even sat. I sat for years. I sat and waited and was asked by Him, "Did you wait?" I was asked, "Did you sit?" I was asked, "Did you have to wait?" (Well did you?)

Friday Blackt

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Thursday I; I er, er, I

he said slam. she replies thud. to this he argues crack, and then blam. quite undeterred she countered swiftly with thud again, plus a sharp crack-shatter. and then I think I heard his (very quick but wholly mysterious) krak!, followed lightening-quick with her equally mysterious rejoinder, prak! most neighbors in fremantle flats argue with shouts, and even fists, but I've recently worked-out that mine argue with their apartment.... wait: it's the comeback: he's just replied to the crack-shatter with a dense, quite brief smash - the bathroom window I think - a sort of tiny-detonation sound, to which, hang on, a grinding sound in response? yes, it's a grinding sound, from - it sounds like - the kitchen. yes, the kitchen: you can here the unmistakable tinkling and slinging sound of thrown utensils used to reinforce the point, but very unclear who is actually slinging, er speaking at the moment: the utensil use is really quite sloppy - has them talking all over each other. now a pause. seems a readjustment's in order - a redressing of terms perhaps? no: it's the splattering now; splattering and thudding of bits of something small but also hard, steadily against the other-side of my kitchen wall. and now a grinding in brisk retaliation - I think him - adding to the splattering - all a bit unclear now. now a small explosion, followed by another - her I think - followed by a dry, dull, falling sound - quite well sustained - of - it sounds like - falling bricks, to which the classically argumentative small but violent motor whir has just come into play. I; I er, er, I

Wed'day Crap

stop, go, stop, ok: stop. go. and stop? no. ok. er, stop and go, and go, go? no. right then - stop then go then stop. go - go? yes, but also no. alright: ok: stopgo and stop and go? er, no, but nearly. righthen: stopgo andthen stopgo, no? yes. hang on - this is crap. I told you before we started it would be. you told me before we started it would be, hang on, you did say it would be crap. I know. and I heard you say it would be, and I remember you saying, but then I went through with all this. you like crap then? I guess I do. Try again then? ok, stop

Tuesday Night

this that writes the night: corner of this, street of that. tired old closey-shop all dozey neon blink. a tall governor street-light; a tall and cold unmother car-park: both peer down. by the hunker-tree; by a steel bench the shape of boredom. all these things library the night: write the morning at bay. between its lines see me drag my shadow-ink: I, written by this that I see - tonight into a place. where I see other bones of the night; I see bones falling inside shadows, people-tall and thin. bone-skin shadows plunging, crouch, forced to their knees, in corners of ground search for scraps of their names, their shadows long gone. their shadows always gone: cracks into this, the sun comes up, harbinger mess where hiding was, corners them out with too much this, and again, too much that