I see myself as a man standing
Between two buckets. A tube runs from each bucket into a vein:
Input, output
Both buckets contain a grayish, gleaming, translucent
Substance
One bucket is labeled Past and the other is labeled
Future
I see myself as a crow on your balcony pecking
At rice stained with turmeric
You’ve sprinkled as offering to your ancestor, me
Inhabiting this crow
A soul returned as a bird, or always was and is again
I see myself as a concentric circle
One among many. Someone drills into the bark
A hundredth of me
Is removed, tested
And examined and reported on and imagines itself
Complete.
Jayaprakash Satyamurthy lives in Bangalore. He writes various kinds of corporate content for a living. He also writes weird fiction, because he has to. He plays the bass guitar for Bevar Sea, a stoner/doom band and for Djinn & Miskatonic, his own doom/psychedelia project. He and his wife Yasmine support a horde of cats and dogs and each other’s many dreams. Jayaprakash also maintains a sporadic blog at http://aaahfooey.blogspot.com