A day with ancient déjà Vus. Confluence of sky
and streets through the worm-holes
of melting memories. My skin was almost a
paper, I could have painted my terracotta dreams there.
The cities have their own secrets; the ghettos
on the suburbs of Main Street, where a schizophrenic
hottie once told me an awkward story of a mother-ship,
beaming people up from the streets.
The stupor of half-burnt Black and Mild, stale Colt-45,
and some colognes which smelled like sex. A local
pizzeria where I saw nobody go, chocolate-chips cookies,
purple punches, strapped-up gangsters, strippers and gods.
That must be the month of August. Its deep blue
skies make me swoon, and make me lose my tongue.
Naked reality through the naked mind. I just watch.
Sudeep Adhikari, from Kathmandu Nepal, is professionally a PhD in Structural-Engineering. . His poetry has found place in many online/print literary journals/magazines, the recent being Red Fez (USA), Kyoto (Japan), Uneven Floor (Australia), Dark Matter Journal (USA), Open Mouse (Scotland), Outsider Poetry (USA), Devolution Z (Canada) and Pinyon Review (USA).
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