I lie on a bed made of ash
My body rests precariously
Acupuncture
Cigarette butts
Nicotine gently sways
Into ether
I’m immune to your charms
And claims of love
Please sell insurance somewhere else
Premiums are high and I’m unworthy to get your coverage.
Breasts like deployed airbags
Sometimes accidents are a good thing
If it’s Cherry red then I’m sold
But not too far
The elevator opens on the far end
And my erection will hold the door open for you
And I’m pressing the button down
Don’t you dare sneak in
I’m told my cologne is poisonous
I’ll reach you before you can
But this is not the time
Or the spatial reality to consider such matters
I’m not looking for adventure
And my heart is weak
It wants its own company
It deserves its own company
Sole-proprietorship
And Unlimited liability
My heart has grown tired of adventure
It just wants to watch TV
Eat unhealthy And derive pleasure from pixelated
Barbie dolls
And abnormal quantities of
Jack and coke.
I don’t mind being sick as long as my heart isn’t affected.
This is the love
I exude out
And my lips have forgotten how to interpret your name.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
This is am amazing piece !
Wow! Thank you. It means so much coming from you. 😃
Anytime.:)
Well damn! This is nice! An the words👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
Thank you! I appreciate it! 🙂
No probz! 😊
I just love this piece of writing💗
Thank you so much! You made my day. 😃
Ah missed your poetry 🙂 Creatively refreshing~
I really appreciate that, it’s comments like yours that give me the encouragement to continue.
Oh AR, I say without hesitation that you are in the top fav of mine. I have a hard time keeping with wordpress sometimes when I’m just using it to process stuff. But don’t you dare ever quit 🙂 Your work affects, burrows in the mind, dances artistic quality across the page. No matter how oft I’m in and out, daft in catching up…will always come back to your page. Hugs~
I’m saving this message to remind me to always stay true. Thank you so much, I needed to hear that. Hugs, 😊
“And my heart is weak/It wants its own company/It deserves its own company” – what genuine heartbreak sounds and feels like…
So much of your poetry tickles my senses, but I haven’t figured out yet why exactly… Or what it is that makes it stand apart. It must have something to do with being honest and raw.
PS: I hope your heart is safe too 🙂
Thank you, Gregoria. I think it’s all the heart ache that makes you write better. And poetry is just a really good medium to scream a bit and I’m allowed to be my authentic self.
PS: My heart is safe, it’s self-isolating 😉
Thank you for allowing yourself to scream a bit every once in a while and then share your emotional turmoil in the shape of a poem – it’s beautiful.
If it weren’t for art, heartache would probably break us entirely.
Haha, good to know your heart is also in quarantine.
“I don’t mind being sick as long as my heart isn’t affected.”… Amazing how this was published in 2017.
Yeah, it’s unhealthy to bottle things up– art should be like therapy. However, it’s even better when it helps other people. I really appreciate that you find something in my work, it means a lot to me. 🙂
It’s the best therapy there is 🙂
Aww, I do so I’ll keep coming back for more.