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
