POETRY
In Defense of Artifice
Shloka Shankar

Photo by Nicole Mason on Unsplash

Photo by Nicole Mason on Unsplash

I'm standing in the wind.
We had five years left to cry,
stay in, get things done.

But don't change the power to charm.
It's all artifice.
That's why we have television.

Press your space close to mine,
lay the real thing on me,
and spit in the eyes of fools.

Let's dance for fear
in this serious moonlight,
discovering morning.

I turn myself to face myself
[like some cat from Japan]
where things are hollow
in the stream of impermanence.

My brain hurts like a warehouse.
It's not my favorite thing to do.
No, it's just what I do.
So how could they know?

 


Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer from Bangalore, India. She loves experimenting with Japanese short-forms of poetry, as well as found/remixed pieces alike. Her poems have most recently appeared in After the Pause, Jazz Cigarette, Under the Basho, Right Hand Pointing, Failed Haiku, and so on. Shloka is the founding editor of the literary & arts journal, Sonic Boom.