Poem by Vikas K. Menon

Vikas K. Menon






they say you must abolish your self

others burn their lack with bourbon,

fall into the easy incandescence

of the night.  thy juggle their intoxication

and selves, a furious circus.

they scare off what they seek.

but you–you are here for me.

among my many selves

I keep you close to me–

a dazzling future tense,

a pastless, unrelenting be,

a footprint sandstorms disappear.

some say forgetting is just another door.

tell me, dear one, tell me again

just what was it I was looking for?


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