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The Magician
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By: A.R. Minhas
She places the tools on the table
Unsheathe the rose petals
It’s time to use them
Droplets of wine that spill from the cup
Your thought pierces me
The Divine spirit soaring like a drone
The mystical explosion will destroy you in the vicinity
A guide that taps her cigarette
Three times and howl is heard
A burn mark shaped like a pentagram
The hands that show the path
As it was above
So it will be
If you find love, kiss me hard
With the tongue involved
A spiritual virus
Recreate me
Eternally
Your red robes have been thrown in the forest
Be sure your nudity is seen by everyone
And the sigil is magnified
A
Voice
Calls
From
Below
The chaos
Is interested in you.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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Blackholes
I’m sailing a ship in space,
Because I want to be left alone.
Everyone told me I will drown in the moon.
And I’m ok with that.
As long as I can have my smoke on that secret porch,
As long as I can feel the sweet comfort of a dark chocolate cake that was left over,
I sometimes imagine your blood is its icing.
I’m colonizing the stars,
Repopulating them with your memories.
At the bottom of the ocean
Pressure conforms—cracking skulls
The sound of opening a can of coke
“Come share with me,”
I’m spilling purple flowers everywhere
Can you imagine a gesture of love drifting alone in space?
So peaceful.
At the bottom of the ocean.
Living in Atlantis.
Imaginary like heaven,
All the pain disappears.
Like a memory of that light that was there once,
Like a memory of oxygen…
Everything fades to zero-calories of nothingness.
My lungs grow heavy with sulfates
Why don’t you just die here?
“This is a good spot,”
The black hole is right above my head.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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Year of Regret
Raw silk, pure power
I feel the anger of drunk drivers passing by
She undresses in that winter moon
I lay naked next to you, and I feel you in heat
“Taste it, spit the seeds”
I’m a meat eater, but I’ll promise to drink more cranberry juice
And I promise
I won’t fall in love again
You saw what happened last time?
Coughed up a lung in love
Footed the bill
And my thoughts have become more bureaucratic
I know exactly what forms to fill out
Replacement heart on the way
Plus shipping and handling
I promise I don’t need anyone
You can ask my dreams
You can ask my bank account
And my investments are doing well too
Painting pictures of zero balances on my credit card
Could you imagine?
If you never made mistakes
Protein shake diets
I’m taking care of myself
And I don’t need anyone
Even if your touch leads to those special endorphins
It’s ok
There’s a new year coming up
And I’m sorry for repeating
But there won’t be any regrets anymore.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
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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
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I haven’t felt like this in a long time
I shaved my hair to stop the thinning
Recessions
I’m free from your choke hold
You can judge
And I’ll fuck harder than ever before
You will know me
Even if I have to draw velvet circles
With my tongue
That’s how you like it
When your skin goes pale
And I mark it with my overbite impressions
You go green all over
Your body covered in black tassels
Brimming with the juice of life
I’ll squeeze even if I don’t like pulp
I’ve grown to love your unfiltered bits
That tangy flavor of your body
I had forgotten how to love
Then you held me that night
Just like tonight
You held me before
Just in time
When I was about to let go
Tonight I held you
And your perfume held my stare
And if I stared a bit longer
It would’ve been like that feeling again.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
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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
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My sense of humor is a death trap
My sense of humor is a death trap
Lock Jaw. Trap shut.
There goes your face
Contact lenses lost within eyes.
Go find your broken glasses.
And here come the golden cicadas
Interrupting me
While I masturbate with my own thoughts
I’ll hide behind your pale breasts
The blood from my gums left behind
Thumbs leave an impression
Fingers pulsate with love
Silkworms on their arduous task
Going uphill on ashened graves
A plume of waxed legs
Use them to silence me
My sense of humor will kill you
If you came to close to it
It’s opening
The Birth of a joke
Laugh in the face of absurdity
You are lost
And there is laughter everywhere
And I can’t help myself
© A.R. Minhas 2017
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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
