empty shells marching into oblivion this cold morning
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
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).
at the back of the bus in the shadow of the sun incognito i be
pompous clouds parading their curves this warm evening
i asked for coffee not morphine and that was how autumn began
this morning’s darkness heavy on the eyes
glow of digital screens reveals the man in the wheelchair twitching as he wakes from programmed sleep
bodies scattered some dream and others stare at the concrete
memories of the forest and wild dogs howling how many moons have passed
the quietude of the autumn forest at this magnitude bathe the soul in green
the pigeon pacing back and forth between legs and butterflies in the gut
elancharan gunasekaran 