Another face in the opaque crowd searching for some translucence to diffuse and project his myriad thoughts through this utterly abhorrent state of lame rigidity.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

WMoeradning

“Hello Word, I am your Meaning.”
“But you are trapped inside me.”
“Why can’t you let me be?”
“Why do you want to be free?”
“I don’t want a body.”

Words without Meaning

a chirp
burps
shit and vomit
colour

throbbing
rejecting
affected
but healing
ideas
worth

naked
ariel
on the rocks
madonna sees everywhere
lisa has fled
ramona is in rio
bacchus points
da da dum
john is a hippie

she died
she died
in a stove
ghastly
such darkness
fire
soot

train
the orange
is blue
pineapple has eyes
a million

merry go round
profound
savage

 Meaning without Words

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Sunday, November 24, 2013

That-man in his naked feet


Treading the snow,
his naked feet shivered.

He envisaged
his days
of treading the burning coal.

When
he performed
the latter,
he envisaged
the former.

People
were however,
always entertained.

They envisaged both,
as he performed none.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Pebbles


The pigeon is thirsty.

The pigeon drops a pebble into the beaker.

The sun is sliced up in an unfathomable frenzy of an unfriendly kind. The kind is devoid of any semblance of difference, which in turn have kept them in a state of indifferent harmony. Kindness is godliness, godliness is necessary to form a rhythm of fake hysteria that is bestowed upon the general public who fail to possess the faculties that pebbles are proud of. They mellow down to a molten mass of obscenity served on cones and called ice-creams.

The pigeon drops another pebble into the beaker.

“It is your will”, they shout. He has no will. What will are they talking of? Oh, that sallow skin of the green serpent who slithered in to find an egg, into the pig pen, but pigs do not lay eggs. The serpent's tongue was pulled off and well, red and green. “Will you have the red or the green, Will? Well, it is your will.”

The pigeon drops some more pebbles into the beaker.

The old man cannot keep up with the mice, the mice are faster. The hamster-wheels make music, different kinds. As the old man slows down, he drops rapidly to the floor of the steel-sieve hamster-wheel. He is Sean, the sun of this world. The sun slices through the steel sieve.

The pigeon drops a lot of pebbles into the beaker.

The pigeon drinks the water.

In the beaker.