Sudhanshu Chopra
ON THE DAY FOLLOWING THE INTERRUPTED NIGHT’S SLEEP: A NOIR
Since nobody finds you dozing off at your desk,
you don’t get fired. In fact you might be up for a
big-leap promotion. Even though you feel kind of
high all day. The haze in your mind like cigarette
smoke that swells invites-only nightclubs. Inscrutable
doors guarded by bouncers large as lethargy, keepers
of subconscious slumber, warning the workplace
snide & snarl directed at you to beat it. A third light-
-receiving aperture opening in your forehead to do
the looking & the blinking so through the first two
you may dream up a video-game world with a three-
-eyed boy who shoots globes of power from between
his bushy brows, the bad guys run away at his sight,
stolen/snatched ornaments falling out of the bulge in
their pockets, as if beckoning him to their boss’s vacant
office, should he choose to follow the lambent trinket trail.