Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His recent publications were with Beatnik Cowboys, Chiron Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Midnight Lane Boutique, Occulum, Silver Birch Press, Eunoia Review, Utt Poetry and Spilling Cocoa Over Martin Amis. His poetry volume, The Art of Changing Nothing to Punk Gigs was released by Alien Buddha Press in July, 2017. He is currently working on his manuscript titled “zen of tripping zeroes”, scheduled to be published early 2018.
A vehicle made of skin and sweat,
where you can smell heartbreaks,
dreams and perversions like a bad-breathe.
I overheard two pale kids, probably
too much of weed, cheap alcohol and pills
talking how lead vocalist of death
metal bands are
god gifted to have such badass screams.
I was minding my own business, but
could not stop thinking that
all they sing about, is the macabre of death
and it is not a bit frightening compared to
horror of a worn-out girl,
just standing by their side, carrying
her malnutrioned kid on her emaciated hip,
while her husband is probably waiting
on a death-penalty in some far-off castles of
gold and sand. I made a wild guess, seeing
the convexes of her contagious
sadness transfixed at remotest nothings.
Besides, the sweet oxymoron
of death-metal; that keeps screaming
the glory of satan, has to gifted by god
for a vocal that sounds as if
someone is throwing up on a tarpaulin sheet.
I forgot to buy some grocery
on the way home. Aesthetics of death-metal
is too much to keep a pace.