And it gets Weirder


Don’t you think it’s weird?

That the color is red

And its redness depends on how you see it?


Weirdness                              Compounds

(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

            I’m still

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

Like always.





© A.R. Minhas 2016


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