"New Age" by Alexey Adonin
You Get Bored By Everything Nowadays– by Leela Srinivasan
traffic lights, motels, bright plastic playgrounds
pressed on wilted grass. A lover’s voice becomes
a harpsichord, stretching on like miles on a flat road.
In moments like these the fuzz behind your eyes
lifts off & inhabits a cloud somewhere above
you. A boredom you don’t have the words for,
because there aren’t any, because your brain
is too tired, because the cloud above you is not
you & you are not you, the wires are not connected
to anything, just twitching intermittently like
the eyelids of a snake. An adult cartoon is on
the monitor. The tendons on your hands are
still yours but you know they will leave you too,
soon, eventually. There is nothing left to say,
words rusted from disuse, tree trunks overgrown
with ivy & moss. You can’t leave any party early,
you have to stay until your eyes are bleary & red
& you watch everyone trickle out & pretend
you have something that they don’t, that your
heart is on someone’s mantlepiece, somewhere,
gleaming like the teeth of a king.
pressed on wilted grass. A lover’s voice becomes
a harpsichord, stretching on like miles on a flat road.
In moments like these the fuzz behind your eyes
lifts off & inhabits a cloud somewhere above
you. A boredom you don’t have the words for,
because there aren’t any, because your brain
is too tired, because the cloud above you is not
you & you are not you, the wires are not connected
to anything, just twitching intermittently like
the eyelids of a snake. An adult cartoon is on
the monitor. The tendons on your hands are
still yours but you know they will leave you too,
soon, eventually. There is nothing left to say,
words rusted from disuse, tree trunks overgrown
with ivy & moss. You can’t leave any party early,
you have to stay until your eyes are bleary & red
& you watch everyone trickle out & pretend
you have something that they don’t, that your
heart is on someone’s mantlepiece, somewhere,
gleaming like the teeth of a king.
Leela Srinivasan is an MFA student at UT Austin’s Michener Center for Writers. She holds a BA in Psychology and MA in Communication from Stanford University, where she wrote and published a collection of psychological poetry as her undergraduate honors thesis. She currently lives in Austin, Texas.
Alexey Adonin is a Jerusalem based abstract-surrealist artist. His works have been showcased locally and internationally and are held in private collections around the world. Alexey uses a unique and beautiful technique in which he layers oil paints solely on top of one another to create a mystical, transparent look. His philosophy stems from the idea that one's reality is made up of what they believe it to be. Alexey uses his art as a platform to express his profound ideas about reality, humanity, and their intertwined behaviors. You can view more at www.alexeyadoninart.com.
