by Sudeep Adhikari
the wet triangles, sliding
down the slant of liquid maroons
they look at me,
with the eyes of the black-hole love
i can’t see what is in there,
expect for the blood of nothingness,
an absence batshit drunk
pegged against the sine waves
of wooden erections, carefully lined along
the fractured space between my
blinds and blindsides. the day is in the
shape of shots, and the deconstructive
cleavages , trying to drown you
in a sea of comforting amnesias,
as i travel at the speed of dew-drops, along the
electronic phallus, to finally drop down
under the gravity of my own
sins and sounds. where do you go from
here? you ask. i fill each vein of my cosmological
whole in a seamless lust. what do you think?
i said. i did not.
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing