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

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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

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

Recoiling,

 

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

Omnipotence

 

You have become an event in my life that I can’t escape from

 And all the paths, skies, and clouds

Lead to you

 Droplets in my eye

My skin

 My thirst

And you have become a breath that I can’t exhale from

So I celebrate you

Douse you with wine

Crown you with Paper Laurels

The                       Baptism                    has            begun

 

  My Pieceofthemoon!

And I lie waiting…                    In your embrace

 

               My sweet

Omniscient

           Princess

 

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2016

Nude

In our own self

A Schism                                                                                  Flight

Of A Parting

Our Earthly Domain…

Overflowing Hymens                            Scarlet Partitions

Curlicues of hair

Cartilages elongate and curve                              Upon

Sigils of Dynamic Twilight                      Blowing the Aerosol

Afternoons of portentous ice                 Looping threads

 

Of blackened forelocks                          Ashened

Ejaculation of viscous Orange

 Drift in, Glaze over

Carapace of hardened

Shallow blue &                                                              Youthful Longings

Irises of Almond ponds                                                Paddling with knotted feet

Air hands,                                                     Charged                                                                                                       Ovular lineage                                follicles                                     &                            Highway of beauty spots…

Electrocuted by wavy manes…                                                                                                               Thick separation of brows

Stranded Spirits                                     Angelic kissing

rusted scabs left behind on Tanned skin                         Bushels of Endocrine, Moused hearts smothering

Ambergris Flower whirling with

Jasmines                                               Eternal fragrance of this

Cosmic expanse                                    Partial suffering, melody of wrists

You appear

In RGB

Our Nubile Goddess!

© A.R. Minhas 2016

Depart- IV

Ours is a body

“Aura of Flowers”

 

Glides

Her

Scabbed                                                                        Petals

 

Stemmed                                                                      With                                                  Moistened

 

Sweat

Our                                                                          iridescent                                                  Body

 

Blooms…

Folding                                                                         Earthly

 

Dimensions

 

Into

Out of

 

 

Transformation

 

Pouring

Sap-milk                                   Cupped

From her

Palms…

 

 

Absinthe

& Sugar Lumps

 

Brilliantine Waves

Stalking

 

 

Concentric

Puppeteers

 

Light-Weight

 

 

Particles

Suspended

Our Ether…                                         Motionless        Lovers

Sub-Atomic

Our Body…

 

Unloved

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2016

…I am whatever you left with me.

Passing on glass fields,

Memories of a past life

 

Reflected

And then buried

                                                                              In two coats of repressed paints

 

A                computerized                   voice                                           calls out to the sea

 

Serpentine crates

With girders like large faces

 

Smirk

In utter disregard of what is said

“Do you know how far the willows will droop on pavements previously traveled?”

 

Neither do I and that is                                                          why I ask questions

 

                                                  Nostalgia             will be the death of us all!

Remembering what it means to be alive…helps

 

 

Sometimes, not all the time though

 

Simple truths          can’t lie

When faced with adversity

I turn the other                                          cheek

 

Insurmountable hips

My indifference                                                is like the rising water

 

It envelopes and soothes the fishy part of myself

 

Do you feel the vein?

A needle helps me eliminate all pretense of feeling

 

So this bulbous feeling                               can’t take an inch from me

 

Numbness.

Predisposed to….

Of whatever I’m used to

And whatever you will provide

 

Nerve endings sever flighty half-measure

 

You’re Quarter Drawn

 

And pavements are spilled with amorphous shapes

 

The city is like a never ending shape

And I’m it’s homeless

And I’ll wear your pink pants                                        stained with self-consciousness
And I’ll take your pixelated image

But I won’t swirl in its composition

 

Let the fat warm you, gristle of blankets

And you drink your lemoned iced tea
And I’ll be at your curved thighs

Waiting for whatever is left

 

 

…I am whatever you left with me.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2016

Even the static moves.

It’s                                           Too

Painful

To                                            Be                                Standing

Close                                       To

You

And                                         Now                            I’m Leaving

I                                               Won’t                          Be Coming

Back                                        Ever                             Again

But                                          You                             Are

More                                        Than                            Welcome

To                                            Appear                                    In

My                               Dreams

Every                                                                           Now

And                                         Again

Don’t                                       Torture                                    Me

Though                                    It                                 Hurts

To                                            See                              Your

Face                                         Pixelated

And                                         Smiling                        Like

That                             Time

In                                             December                    And

I                                   Made

You                             Cry

Like                                         Electricity                   Voltage

Differences                             And                             They

Will                                         Be Our                       Farewell

Do                                                                               Buzz

Me                                           Now                            And

Again                                      Though                        I

Like                                         To                                See

You                             Every

Now                                        And

 

Again.

© A.R. Minhas 2016

 

Salesman

Rejected…                                                   I

By      Lovers,                                               Embrace

 

By Beauty                                 Rejection

Acquaintances                                    Make

Opportunities                                     Good

Friends…                                 Prospective

 

By                                                               Rejector

 

With Futility

Hairlines                         Makes

 

Family…

Salesman

 

© A.R. Minhas 2016