God, Sex and Everything in Between – Episode 1 – “Human Irrationality.”

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The Love I Expected.

I never expected to be loved

There are some shortcomings

And here I am

Still

Stuck in a glue trap

“Flesh imbued with pain.”

Heart doesn’t care anymore,

It barely pumps blood

And I hear it

Function like an abandoned beehive

Dust gets in your eyes

Flecks of honey distributed for hedonism.

And

I stare

Into a white tar pit

Evidence of Red Lipstick on the end of a cigarette butt

Craving for a hit

Nicotine oppression

A dream someone had dreamt before,

But the Queen pushes me away.

“These lungs aren’t going to immolate themselves.”

Ash trapped on my beard

The tower is burning

The entity free falls

No soft landing, tainted by love.

Ribcage is a prison,

And I’ve been institutionalized.

Leave my scrawl marks behind,

I don’t have any good memories to share.

(C) A.R. Minhas 2019

Goddess Sativa

She told me, and I didn’t believe her

“Use teeth next time”

Just to hurt more.

A heart doesn’t want to be sober

Like a trail of swollen lights

Blaspheming moths

Incinerated

Masturbating to their own destruction.

You hear the ventilation buzzing

A stutter of cicadas

Stroking to their vibrations

And I cum a purple substance

Goddess Sativa floating in my throat.

The stickiness of thought,

And a centipede spirals into my ear.

It whispers–

“I have stories about the crawl space in your mind that you don’t want to talk about.”

And then I laugh.

I laugh because it doesn’t mean anything.

And I should’ve believed her.

I don’t want to be sober.

I only want to worship you.

(c) A.R. Minhas 2019

Weird Eyes

If you had loved me hard enough

“Don’t say those words like an afterthought.”

I burn that flower at night time

The urgency of this message

I’m in love with being myself

Vaseline love,

Apply lotion to a dry heart.

See it through.

Evidence of bubblegum

Cardamom,

Say the word I’m there.

Wax spilt on black marble.

“You came with thundering applause.”

And I burst into you…

Tears

Wide Eyed, weird eyes

Drown

A gaggle of loud noises

Beautifying the porch

Cigarette bodies hidden

Beneath

Neon smoke

Up Above

My nose throbs for your loins

Teeth willing to pierce through

Skin

And then flesh

Blood caramel

Dripping from your lips.

I lay my head down

A disembodied voice

“Nostalgia keeps me alive.”

(c) A.R. Minhas 2019

Futile

Can you understand me?

‘Milk spilt in the hall.’

Dionysus cried himself to sleep.

Roses burning with a magnifying glass.

Melted sugar.

Come to the blue party.

Serotonin for you, and the light fades.

Blind
‘The head line dips to Luna.’

My delusions are mine to keep.

Share the kiss, never fall in Love.
Some people are blessed to be alone.

(c) A.R. Minhas 2019

Woman In Clouds

She pours the nicotine
on the head

A bed of spirals

Naked feet

strawberries between your toes.

Jam!
My heart bursts with love

It you could only smoke that tail-pipe.

Exhale a statue of smoke
her breasts are large Filled with unrepentant milk

Her thighs
shut my face between a mask of bronze.

A clay to make her quiver she recovers from the candle-light.

Bottle fly waits for me to
lie down again

The open field
I hear the
sewer grow

The sound of filth accumulating

Verdigris!
The name of my love

She swirls in copper rounds
sounds of carousel

My chest opens like teeth
red trickles on my mouth

“This sugar left
a scar!”

And you stand naked and tall

Star-light trying to reunite with you.

A. R. Minhas (c) 2019

Fraud

I don’t deserve it.

“You look like you need it.”

          A cherry flavoured kiss.

I still taste you on my beard.

A door knocks.

         An ancient bird that taps.

Shadows close in on me.

          The mouse-trap with red velvet cake.

You don’t deserve anything.

          It snaps. It recoils.

This is how a dream breaks,

And I’m relieved.

You were never real.

          It was all given to you,

          And now you return to take me back.

I laugh at your audacity

“Papers, please.”

I was never here in the first place.

There is a beauty in surrendering.

© A.R. Minhas

I’ll Eat You In My Dreams

There is a jar filled with Honey

Buried in your dreams

And I pour it

            They create steps

                        A temple of your heart

Steep conversations            

                        Cicadas with Kamikaze fervor

 Heart thumping like pure jet-streams

            Azure is the shape of my skin

                        You sit next to me

            Can you hear them?

Ovulations of perfume

            A fermented kiss in a plastic bottle

Who knew that chemical reactions can create longings?

                        Vegetation of Serotonin

            And I’m floating from you just being next to me

“Share a Diet-Coke?” you ask with carbonated eyes.

I would share a Chocolate grasshopper with you

            High on protein

                         Saliva dripping rainbows and you share a secret with me

There are no Mango-Trees close by

Let’s do magic by that Orange shape

            Peeling it with toes

                        Those natural, citrusy fingertips

Delicate

To a stroking fur touch

                                    And I promised you an apple pie

If you stay close enough

I’ll give you a view

                From my chest

                                    Like open palms

                                    Dipping to Luna

                        A fountain foaming with desire

Smoking Blue Dream

            Within a withering forest

                        In my dreams

                        Just stay close.

And I’ll eat you underneath a Mango-Tree.

© A.R. Minhas 2019