Punches

Strange things struck Sean with punches from unknown corners when his mind was numbed and at the same time excited through sleep deprivation and intoxication. It swallowed, spit and shit out  primitive insecurities strung on a wire, left to dry, and then forgotten. Now dry, hard and black hanging from rusty wires, they looked like chunks of hardened pitch scraped off from the roads and put up for exhibition under the sun. The colors of the plastic clips holding the clothes, have faded. Springs have emerged from the sides, distorting the plastic. The sun has not only stolen the clothes' water and then life but also turned them into something different. Alchemy it seems. When base metals turn into gold they discard their own peasant selves to become the best version of them they could be, something warm. But you see shiny metal, now you can be worn as ornaments, used as decoration or exchanged for money, you will never be useful again. But you can smell the perfumed sweat now instead of sweaty palms awkwardly moving along your spine and swinging you into a tree bark to come to a stop in its insides and jam the upward flow of earthly juices. You can glide over the moles of the neck now and not worry about the flakes of skin that come off of the corners of the fingers and the heart of the thighs when scratched vigorously, because of mosquitoes that got inside the pants through the space between the flesh and the fabric to leave bumps. Sean's left knee touched the cold floor left after the mattress claimed its space. Punches are made of fists, not knees, no cheating!

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

.

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.