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