The Last Time We Were Here

There’s a lesson at the bottom of the glass

I’ve hit my bubba pink

 

She delivers and they walk by

I’m like a GPS

My subconscious has taken a detour

 

Too hyperaware of everything

 

And I’ve never seen her walk

And she appeared like my words give her form

 

I’m dreaming again, but there is nothing between us

 

And I’m here again with you old friend

 

“I’ve stopped writing because I’ve stopped feeling…”

 

You paused and drank your Cappuccino

“It all comes back to you.”

 

Amsterdam big-wheel rolls on and

We reminisce

You’ve gone all responsible on me

 

How fucking dare you!

 

And you sit there counting your wrong decisions in the past

And I’m confused because all I’ve done is envy your capriciousness

 

And then I remembered

I wrote a poem the last time we came out here.

 

 

© A.R. Minhas

 

Become a Simurgh

I feel distant again

It started when I desired to be desired

 

And no one has time to waste

 

I became a Simurgh

Soaring on top of a digital wasteland

 

You can keep your trypophobic flowers

I only smell the sweet pheromones of death

 

Did you hear the outrageous music?

 

It was bright red, like a Sun that gives everything but receives nothing

 

I became a Simurgh again

Because they never rest on the ground

 

They are here only to bring messages

They have no time for your stories

 

Eyes instead of feathers to observe

Not to live

 

There is no living here

 

Only beginnings and Ends

 

The middle is soft and silly

 

Become a Simurgh

 

And leap over the earthly spikes

 

And escape your desire to be loved

 

These are trivial things

 

Become a Simurgh

 

So becoming something doesn’t matter anymore.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2018

Stagnant

Someone said I can have the whole world

I’m stagnant now

Held into place by my inaction

And I spill a pint glass

My emotions are swaying everywhere

And I continue to overshare my insecurities

I’m not too drunk to notice you flinch

And make your faces

 

I’m surrounded by people who don’t realize my greatness

Just because I’m puking in the vase

You don’t know my greatness

 

I sail on the smoke of an early morning

Cigarette craving

 

This is my regret

And thank you for your indifference

I almost stabbed you with my pen.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2018

‘Pimp! Like Slim’: New Artwork

Hey Guys,

I just wanted to introduce my new artwork. This shirt is a portrait of Robert Beck a.k.a  ‘Iceberg Slim’, who has written one of my favorite books of all time, ‘Pimp: The Story Of My Life’. If you haven’t read it, please do, as it’s an absolute masterpiece. I will leave the link for the book below. I would also really appreciate it if you can check out my store. Thank you!

 

“My Store”

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 (c) A.R. Minhas 2018

 

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Our Bodies Betray Us

I’m drinking again

And all I can think of, is her.

It’s cold outside

And the warm melted cheese of my quesadilla

Embraces the foamy amber.

I keep talking about the time I fell in love

And even though I know my friend is tired of me talking about her

Fuck him

I don’t care

I get poetical when I’m drunk,

And I dream of my waitress giving me blowjobs

In that perfect way, she used to

The way she would roll her tongue and sometimes use the sharpness of her teeth…

Nothing like the threat of castration

To get harder

She pulled me closer, and I told her my chemicals were for her.

Only her.

And her skin was meant for me to puncture

And draw monuments to

The way I used the red pen

No one else will know

I remember the swelling of breasts,

Swelling in my mouth.

My mother told me that she never breastfed me,

Maybe that’s why I’m so needy,

So insecure

I excuse myself for a cigarette outside.

I want to be alone.

And if there’s a god, he’s given me the gift of wanting-to-be-alone.

And I exhale smoke in triangular propulsion

Each howl of wind wakes me from sleepiness

And my thoughts race

To the pinkness of her thighs,

Softness of her hair,

Even the slight coarseness of her armpits.

I’m still thinking about her.

The perfect form.

And I’m thinking about her betrayal,

And I’m thinking about forgiving her,

Because

Eventually

Our Bodies betray us

But she will always be perfect in my mind.

© A.R. Minhas 2017

Writing In Silence

You ask me why I write

And I tell you because I can’t communicate with humans

Just ask them

They make me feel alienated

Like an astronaut’s outstretched hand and no one to hold on to

 

My messages are to be delivered in words

So they create explosions of memories

So you can see me as I am

 

I’m trying to reach out here

Meet me halfway

Maybe meet me at Mars

Where there was once water

Now only red and nakedness

 

I wish you had x-ray vision so you can see the playful nature of my soul

I’m not serious all the time

I hate being serious all the time

It’s the job that gets to me

Meet me at the bar on mars

Let’s drink

Screwdrivers to loosen the tongue

Flush out the noose of my stomach

 

I want to be inside of you

The way you sit in that chair

I see the spark of your eye through your legs

Glittering breasts and your perfume filled with animal pheromones

Your orange lips

That ripe eye slit

I want to penetrate it

I want to see what you see

 

Open your pussy

So I can eat you from the inside

And when I come

Don’t get blinded by the light

 

I’m here because I’m lonely.

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

I’ll Give You A Kiss In My Dreams

These thoughts buried something

Something in your dreams

There is a jar filled with Honey

And I pour it

They create steps

A temple of your heart

Steep conversations

Vegetation will take care of

Cicadas

Heart thumping like pure jet-streams

Azure is shape of my skin

You sit next to me

 

Can you hear them?

 

Who knew that chemical reactions can create longing?

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

“Share a coke?” you ask with carbonated lips

I would share a grasshopper with you

High on protein

Saliva dripping rainbows and you share that secret with me

There are no Banyans close by

Let’s do magic by that Orange shape

Peeling it by toes

Those natural fingertips are delicate to fur touch

And I promised you an apple pie

If you stay close enough

I’ll give you a view

From my chest

Along a withering forest

To my dreams

Just stay close.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

A Weekend In Spider Country

I’m here

Sitting by the lake

If you can see me now

What do I have to lose?

 

If I wasn’t here it wouldn’t matter

If I’m not here it wouldn’t change you

It wouldn’t change the crystal clear water

 

There is nothing that I can do

Lying here impotent

On red Muskoka chairs

 

No matter how far I travel

Or where I sit

It doesn’t change

 

This unease

I can never get comfortable

 

Feeling useless isn’t unique

But feeling nothing

Is okay

 

Spiders crawling

Bedspread

I try to bleed them but they keep coming back

 

Nesting in my ears

You can hear them

 

 

Constructing a web

Trap the flies

I wish I could trap your eyes

Stroke them with honey

 

This sugar is for you

 

 

And there’s nothing left for me.

Leaving, wouldn’t matter

 

Staying

Is suspended mid-air

 

Floating

 

Spiders make me uncomfortable

 

And that’s why I can’t sit still.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

There Is A Way To Go Deeper

I wish I could go deeper

Deeper into the darkness

So deep that when it’s black

I’m blinded by the speckles of Red

 

Spirals

 

Like when the sunlight hits your eyes,

And you’re deep in thought

Among nature

Our Natural oppressor

 

The one who compels the mosquitoes to spread their blood thinner

Venom

Chemicals are designed to control you

If you can’t pronounce it

You better not swallow it, or smoke it

Or be infected by it

I ask that you hold your heart accountable

Because eventually, everyone betrays

Your blood has to be thin

And a heart has to be glass

 

Kindness not returned but refracted

Distorted to those who you truly care about

And to those traitors who deserve a second chance

 

Go deeper than that

And fuck her the way she’s supposed to be fucked

Don’t be selfish

Don’t be unkind

This isn’t about you

 

Go deeper than that

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

I STILL HAVE TIME: A GARDEN OF EYES

 

My words have failed me

And so has everyone else

If there was a bullet

I could shoot

I would shoot it with my teeth

Everything is falling apart

As it always does

And I’m here to chew on your ashes

Like sweet betel-leaf

“Spit out the purple residue!”

 

Our gums have long expired

They’re longing for Vitamin C

 

          Fructose spilled on your car

          Calcium deposits remain

And the smoke chars your pinched breast

          They open and close like eyes

                   I’ve never had a taste of those protruding nipples

That stab me in the throat

As we become one

And you give me sustenance

 

Suckling sound!

I know it calms you down more than Sativa

Bless me with your chemicals, and I’ll  bless you with mine!

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017