SUCKY POETS SOCIETY

Kopundole
an old woman in rags
squatting with her back against an electricity pole
gazes into the green light
beeping from an ATM machine

Pulchowk
a fair young lady
on the pillion of a hero-honda
hugs the back of her man tight
as the bike whizzes forward

Durbarmarg
a slender teenage girl walks slowly down the footpath
hand-in-hand with a teenage boy
inhaling warm carbon fumes
and yellow and red streetlights

all it gotta do is stop caring

all it gotta do is stop feeling

yes die…

for a lil while

die for a lil while

please die

people
words
noise
talk
questions
apprehension
recoil
solitary
indifferent
walled

inside
no words
no thoughts
void
you’re a void