Punkpoetry.com is delighted to publish this original and thoughtful composition by Sudeep Adhikari. For us, it has a defiant, questioning spirit that aligns perfectly with what we feel punk poetry at its best is all about. Sudeep is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. Also a 2018 Pushcart Prize nominee, Sudeep is currently working on his 4th poetry-book ‘Hyper-Real Reboots’, which is scheduled for publication in September 2018 through Weasel Press in the USA.
machine in the ghost
the eyes of steel-mandalas
stacked in different dimensions of
a gold-soaked space
watch the sounds
of confused stories on the
porch below. the leaves hide
behind the gossamer
green of my window
and tremble at the sight
of death-ridden anxieties,
coupled inextricably to their
silicon overlords. where does
the machine end?
how can i find the place
where men grow on the grapevines?
PunkPoetry.com is delighted to introduce you to CE Hoffman, our very first Punk Poet contributor ever. This is a historic moment in the arts, ladies and gentleman. And with the current rapid disintegration of the West, it couldn’t come at a better time. We live in interesting times, and we need interesting work to represent them. Describing her work as FemmePunk Poetry, CE Hoffman also has a volume of poetry available at Amazon.com – Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948.
You can also find her at http://visceraluterus.blogspot.com
Nice Day to Get Laid*
Grown-up kid w/ groceries: cheese buns, Pepsi.
White clouds make chaos w/ sickgreen leaves.
The grass is not me, we
Like how whores live alone no matter the number
of lovers they do (or don’t) take home
Like how mothers mourn while Kids get to grow
Like how whores live alone.
Grown-up girl w/ groceries: in-store sushi.
In other news, I’m making history.
In other words I’m totally
(*This title is taken from a Sex in the City quote. Seriously.)