A Post-Nihilist Manifesto
I wait on the white blank page to write me
some shoegazers' noise, dead discos and the tales
of punk Zen masters from ancient China, or wherever.
I like to find me right here, on the yin-yang
on my blinds, painted by those lazy morning beams.
Nothing is getting over, it never will.
You got to live it up; your acrophobia, the dark
mosaic of shame and guilt, that keeps electrocuting you
and the recurring nightmares, where you fall apart like
coral reefs and eczema. Drink it slowly like a bottle of scotch
it is not a movie. It is not a dream.
The charades of substance will keep rolling,
the abyss is too terrifying to look into. But are
we going to stop laughing at those stupid memes?
are we going to stop making shapes of dew?
No matter what the wiseheads said, believe me
everything is going to get ugly, everyone is going to die.
But I have seen flowers blooming on damp cement-plaster,
and towers of infinity raising from the noise of pure void.
I love gazing at the wall, like Bodhi-Dharma; my kind of
meditation with no purpose,
there is no secret to uncover; ain't no truth to find.
© Sudeep Adhikari
Bio: Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His poetry has found place in many online/print literary journals, the recent being Red Fez, Kyoto , Your One Phone Call, Jawline Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Yellow Mama, Fauna Quarterly, Beatnik Cowboys and After The Pause.