Elancharan Gunasekaran


first light

we see the word as vessel
the form as sin		as organized territory
we try not to touch the flesh
revere the sound of	 machinations
austere the heartbeat of man
first light dwindles
first wind cradled and left to simmer
in the void
strange our thoughts
our actions contradict
sometimes we reject
	the long call from a dying life

first light
	the last we’d ever really see.
    
    
    
ataraxia

mostly in limbo
this flesh tested
and probed

a quiet place to think
to reserve thoughts for later
glass walls for comfort
nothing scares me here
not even the random bursts
of light or the electric pulses
jolts of electricity to
grey matter

i am one sometimes
sometimes i am many

they say i am god
they call out to me pray to me
glorify me like mad lunatics
fanatics sometimes
i am humble enough
to deny this
it feels good though

i am just one dimension
a brain in a vat
there are others like me
dreaming.
    


omens

1.	turtle stops swimming and stares at you
2.	cries of crows in your direction
3.	lizard clicks hard after you mention something
4.	biting your tongue
5.	dreams of meat and blood
6.	a black snake crosses your path
7.	dead pigeon in your path
8.	tripping as you exit your home
9.	breaking glass
10.	fingering arse
11.	dropping soap bar
12.	walking under signboards
13.	dreaming of the dead
14.	talking to the dead
15.	dead visiting you
16.	the smell of rot
17.	crow flies overhead
18.	a crow staring at you
19.	a crowd of crows observing you
20.	dead rodent outside your gate
21.	black sky without rain
22.	eclipse without warning
23.	blackouts without reason
24.	juju beads break
25.	crack in prayer idols
26.	insomnia 
27.	delusions of grandeur
28.	sudden riches
29.	sudden deaths
30.	financial losses
31.	an extra shadow
32.	an extra limb or appendage
33.	an ex-lover returns
34.	growth of horns
35.	growth of hoofs
36.	growth of tail or two
37.	dreaming of pentagrams
38.	drawing pentagrams
39.	speaking in tongues
40.	tonguing strangers
41.	losing a tongue
42.	thirst for blood
43.	playing god



state of empty

who goes there?

Elancharan Gunasekaran is a multidisciplinary artist and poet. He has a strange love for all things poetical and Sci-Fi. A winner of the Montblanc X Esquire Six-word Story prize 2017. His latest publications are Superatomicluminal (Hesterglock Press), Gods of the Gonzo (Analog Submission Press) and The Cosmosnaut Manifesto (UndergroundBooks).

 
 

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