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!
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Thursday, August 7, 2014
“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
shit and vomit
on the rocks
madonna sees everywhere
lisa has fled
ramona is in rio
da da dum
john is a hippie
in a stove
pineapple has eyes
merry go round
Meaning without Words
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Treading the snow,
his naked feet shivered.
of treading the burning coal.
They envisaged both,
as he performed none.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
A sequel to Acid, Bases & Salts
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.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
A sequel to Cards
“Today we will read the mysterious case of Dr. Acid and Mr. Base. As so and so newspapers and critics have termed it to be ‘The heartbroken kid’s guide to acids, bases and salts’, here it is for you to find out in a sickening and severely engrossing tale of again adjective bullshit-fancy-noun, adjective bullshit-fancy-noun, adjective bullshit-fancy-noun; oh fuck you!”
You’re supposed to be polite.
Prepare for take 10.
Sean, you’re burning me out.
Make it quick, please.
Quick reminder – you are a teacher of chemistry.
Cosmetic cream commercial – take 10.
“HERE YOU GO?”
Who turned the caps lock on?
We are supposed to take this in the lower case.
Voyeur – take 10.
“This is how you do it? You like that?
Yes. Sit. Stand. Pee. Sit. Fuck. Shit. Eat. Roll. Low. High. Fight. Sleep. Dope. Heal. Feel. Love. Do it. Not now. Now. Stay. Okay.”
Cosmetic cream commercial – take 10.
Yes, take 10 again.
I had the last one deleted.
And you have one minute.
“So, the story of acids bases and salts in the language of litmus in a brief way. The previous sentence could have been briefer but who the fuck cares?
Litmus turns red.
Litmus turns blue.
You have five seconds.
Voyeur – take 10, again.
“No time for commas or hyphens or semicolons but time for full stops, grammar is a shite. Ph acid 0 7 base 7 14 salt love you.”
Cumming. Came. Cum.
That’d be 25 bucks for an hour.
‘The ride was good. When’s the carnival over?’
Our roller-coaster’s here to stay.
‘Okay! I am Sean. I’d like to have the job and the pleasure of riding it.”