Closing tabs

Achy hands are closing tabs 

At the end of ones day

Fonted rituals aside footed capituals 

I would ask if I was as unsure, but, i'm not unsure

Nibs, Ends, Gutters

Your complaints are received well

It's unfortunate for that matter

You asked me what I thought you should do 

I said I wasn't sure

You said that's not helpful 

You said I should think of something else to say, 

I shrugged

We spoke of something else

Chitterlings (or other corpus's let loose)

 Filtered tractor beams.
Written and preserved with cautious hands.
Buckets of Joys
Machines that protect
Scales or scales, or for the baggage 
The crowd pattered down roads inhabited by people hiding inside their motor vehicles, looking back on the passing people with healthy sneers, creases in foreheads and wrinkle clad faces as they drove on into the past.
Y is lost, R has mild celebrity, C is lost on a political/spiritual journey that doesn't seem to be leading anywhere,
ARON<
Chapbooks, chapbooks,chapbooks
Spray paint mum, left it outside to cool

Trash Compendium

It is a Trash Compendium

It is full of litter

A rat exists from its

It's quite quiet actually

With nothing around

Hum of the fridge

Notes:

In order

Penetrating our very possession and order
The pandemic is a threshold a passage
From light to darkness
What is changing at the threshold of the mind?

The art of putting our bodies into the space, may it be lost 

The proximity of one another is to be replayed.

On the approach.

Conjunction and conjunction.

What are the unconscious effects?  

Where do the relations go, to be?

The discos have been closed.

We don't know what is waiting for us beyond the threshold.

Markt

Change clanking. 
Bags russel. Plastic exteriors. Fruits placed next to the plastic kin. 
Exchanges occur, back and forth changing hands. 

Swift maneuvers and calls to the crowd.

Money is made, lost, departed with. 

Wasps. Chatter. Thanks.

Packed away for next time.

Into boxes into vans.

Into the pockets next to plans.

Some are making money some are losing it.

The bell rings next to the babies cry.

Yes

Its more crowded in that area. 

Forgotten relics.

Unravelling overlocks.

Unsold clothes are discarded left Sodden when left out.

Once someones in somebodies life now outside of it.

At the moment of tyranicalsanctions.

At the moment of transitio.

At the moment of transitio.

                             insitio

Transaction denied. Defiled. Declined.

The Project as a Sprawl. And as a beginning of a beginning. Inside of the Pocket.

When starting a project it is in a sense a germination. The beginning of something. There are many beginnings. Beginnings are often stunted by the appeal of another beginning. A tab is replaced by another tab, by another beginning. Half-formed. A collaboration is eclipsed by another tactile opportunity. To jump from one project to another, to another. Leapfrogging through constant fluctuations and potentials. Continually turning machines on only to turn them off a few moments later. Pockets are beginnings, they often have the same contents. Keys, wallets, purses, coins, tissues, phones, earphones, paper, receipts, lint, facemasks. The items are then routinely removed. Ordered and replaced if necessary. The start of the day marks a new pocket. A new organisation a permutation of the pocket. Back pocket, front pocket, small pocket, jacket pocket. The backpack is a huge pocket. a compiling of the pocket. A serialisation of pockets attached to handles or straps. Made easy for transport for handling. Can a beginning be a pocket? We have several empty boxes. Fresh boxes. Fresh starts. New days. And perhaps we choose to pull the same boxes from the wall as it is convenient. Each day the boxes can be arranged in front of us with new permutations. Then why do they continually remain in the same order. The same language employed at the same moment. The glass container is a beginning it is refilled. It is fresh. The water is replaced anew. Each time a new beginning. How does it exist without the water? Is it therefore lacking a beginning. What is a beginning with three n's in the middle? It is a beginnning. But what if there are three before the g at the end then it would be a beginnninnng. 

Of Quotes.

 It's a painting of a medusa and its scary

Generational changeover, perhaps

Anti-Subterranean

Standard grids with locked out areas; completely unapproachable

Cups of Xanthine

I'm a Xanthrope

All this dirty furniture

Spilling into the future