(I wrote this poem about a beautiful woman smoking a cigarette)
Her lips
Purred
Strawberries
Inhale Smoke
Coal
Charred Lungs
Her legs
Dripping
Wet Ash
Burning with
Diana’s
Paper laurel
© A.R. Minhas 2016
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Tag: Erasure
Winter Breath
I feel every part of my body Diffusible…
And yet I Whisper
Because I don’t know how to scream
& I feel the Earth recoil from me
As my encrypted soul traverses, these silicon grids Spreading Mischief
Waving its Untethered genitals Into the Faces
Of Pixels
I Whisper To Spread Doubt In Everything….
& Everything Lost Its Meaning
Whirling
In Obsidian … Our own Immortal Cry
Warmth of… Unrequited Erections & Inexplicable Echoes
Pneumatic tubes
Writhing Rebirth
In Its Pangs of
Nicotine studded teeth Does it matter now that the Freon gas has fled?
Embellished Carbonic Acid
Unhinge a smile Winter has blessed us with
Iced Quivering
& Moth Carousels
Use our bones
Whisper from them,
Shiver like Ghosts.
© A.R. Minhas 2016
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Paper Trails
There was a trail of death
I left behind… Enchanted by you
Strung along those ashes,
On briny strings
Bludgeon this meat
“A Drink, my love made.”
Squeezed out through pulpy liver,
Bathed our heavy heart
Drip this pure melancholy
The sulfur on your lips
Is mine to behold
And I spread it on your feet
My toxins, your deformities
Beloved! There isn’t a verse
Without your name on it
Beloved! There isn’t a yellow stain
That isn’t shaped like you
The fog succumbed
Your hips have descended
This Earth is too monotonous
For you, for me
I’m leaving
These dead planets
Terraforming
else where
Will you come?
With me
Elsewhere
Somewhere
Where we don’t linger into each other?
© A.R. Minhas 2016
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Depart
By: A.R. Minhas
There is something… Lost
And Our Earth
Within Us Within You Our Body Your Body
Kaash-ma-kaash! My Body…
And in you And in me Feels a glare
And me in you in me Departing
There’s a light!
And you are A vein…
Waves Unsustainable
The warmth of the wombs And all of them
Eyes narrow Jail Cells Cruel & Unconcerned
Flickering Embryos Sway
Morsels of reflections
Enamored
You give me
Surnames
But ours
Is an Incandescent Light Future Selves
Burning & Burning & Burning
And I’m afraid to part with you…
© A.R. Minhas 2015
