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

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

It’s Ok To Be Lonely, Sometimes

“It’s ok if they don’t get your joke.”

            “None of them do…”

            “And humor is such a subjective thing.”

                            “You just have to try a little harder…”

“Maybe, a little more to the right.”

“If you stick the landing then they’ll respect you…”

“Oh! When are you getting published?”

            “You just don’t drink that much.”

 

“Please, please another pint… that’s all I have left.”

“Is the weekend over yet because this egg won’t crack itself,”

            “If there is a movie to masturbate too can we please watch something surreal?”

“If your breasts like mountains bow I would be able to see again!”

“I can paint the world with your freshly stippled legs.”

 

“That pure waterfall is my release, and the cliff is your face changing shape.”

 

“Our evergreens and my heart are rooted in you.”

 

“If there a distance between a star, let me immolate between your thighs.”

 

 “I have lied to you inside a convenience store.” “And I know of the other entity that

                                                                  resides below you.”

 

“If there is flesh, let me have a light…”

“And smoke is blessed and falls on all of us with carcinogenic precision.”

“It’s ok, loneliness comes in small bouts.”

                                                          “It will kill you in small amounts.”

 

“And maybe one day you won’t be so disappointed that you ended up this way.”

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

Secret Revelations

by: A.R. Minhas

 

Cock’d and crow’d the haunted doorways of rooks,

Throbbing rocks and pebbles fragmented into crystalline dew,

 

Stewed and brined the blackened fingertips of slippery knives

Cunted all the flowers that blossom and bloom

 

Sleep now in the womb

percolating with the scented breath of halitosis,

And weep such malignant tears

Like chording inverted crowns

Stolen nightmares strangled by umbilical solitude

Wrapped in strings                                       sheets of muscle parted

 

Flowing through like torrents of bile and lies and hell,

To be here and never recreate. The cruelty of unloved bodies.

Dancing alone to be caressed by dying embers,

Singed now                                                           a last kiss

a scar

a song

Hummed in Koyals verse

unknown to the birds

Devoured by the crows and birthed by monsters

It regurgitates

giving food to the young.

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017

It’s only a heart—kill it!

I am Defamed

Today was another

Defeat

It slowly burns away any sense of pride

Or self-worth

That I felt

I’ve lost all my finger nails to that moment

Just when the alcohol rears its ugly head back up again

My stomach has grown accustomed to the torments I inflict upon it

And my throat feels the stippling burns of the gun or the cigarette

“Residue of blue nicotine”

Cause of death:  Too much stress

                               Too little time

“Maybe, if he fell in love again? The colors do brighten, and the perfume does sharpen.”

 

It’s an afterthought

My love is an afterthought

My heart is an afterthought

My cum is an afterthought

It leaves shadowy figures behind

Pale imitations hardly worth flattery

And there it is

And there you go

Telling me to move forward

Become a better me

And I beg

Leave!

Let me remain with expired thoughts. Let me be with my vices.

It’s Ramadan

I want to kill my heart,

And I want to break my fast with wine.

 

© A.R. Minhas 2017