The glass is scissored. I can hear
my unconscious in bass-drops, and
super-silent moans of trees on a stepped dance floor.
You hear and see things.
The United States of Schizophrenia
is dropping “The Whore of All Bombs”
on your shimmering infinity of fluorescent sand.
The oppressor is not an outsider.
It lives somewhere inside you, etched
and embossed in your head
by the invisible hands of crystal diodes,
and sensually stripping hyper-links.
Reality is not broken. It is tripping, and tripping bad.
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Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His recent publications were with Jawline Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Yellow Mama, Fauna Quarterly, Beatnik Cowboys, After The Pause, Poetry Pacific, Silver Birch Press, Underground Books and Outlaw Poetry.
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