I have a new formation in my mouth
It spouts lies and carbon dioxide
If there was anywhere, I could be
I would be somewhere else
“Blackness of the night is the perfect cover for a lonely soul.”
I exhale the smoke to paint the world in the red of mercury movies.
I know the pink blossoms from your upturned lips
If there was a way, I could enucleate your third eye…
I would, without the proper soma
The tongue summons forth the goddess of Serotonin
Blue-ringed skin, stubbed of afternoon love-making.
If I could love again, I would bless you with my famed paper laurel.
Drawing you naked with charcoal finger touch.
I’ve tasted an ashtray, but nothing like this
A plantation of teeth-marks
A garden of pussy licks
Areolas entangled like barbed wire. Breasts encircled.
Inner thighs like cushions of static
Head is dawn, Pubic hair is darkness
I pull you by that and leave my name with a serrated knife.
And you squeal like a sacrificial lamb.
Blood gets everywhere, even in my mouth.
Gums are weak, but your teeth threaten castration.
I can’t keep my alcohol, and I can’t keep you.
If there were a way I could love you I would
But I would much rather be here. Then somewhere else.
© A.R. Minhas 2017