Don’t you think it’s weird?
That the color is red
And its redness depends on how you see it?
(Entropy of life)
I have found that facts don’t surprise me anymore
I believe that anything is possible
And no one is genuinely concerned about anything
Your pretend outrage
When I held your hand
Like a defanged snake
The thighs were another matter
And the kiss between them
“Made you blue didn’t I?”
I felt your petals soft as melting ice cream
“It’s the thirst after, that gets in the way.”
The bite pressure has to be just right
A mold for a dangerous mouth
Belching fire and blood
Gums giving up because of a recession
The longing for unrequited Vitamin C
“I can make my fingers dance.”
Inverting them in the right places.
So you see them in the mirror
And it gets weirder
I do a very good impression of me.
Scratch marks and all
Eyes in the opposite direction
It’s getting weirder
And I can still surprise myself.
It gets weirder
and I feel myself changing
And I’m still motionless
Ear Cartilages drooping on foreshortened peaks of wisdom
Ballooning Belly Button
And an ironic short temper
It’s a strange day
Just to be alive
© A.R. Minhas 2016