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Goddess Sativa
She told me, and I didn’t believe her
“Use teeth next time”
Just to hurt more.
A heart doesn’t want to be sober
Like a trail of swollen lights
Blaspheming moths
Incinerated
Masturbating to their own destruction.
You hear the ventilation buzzing
A stutter of cicadas
Stroking to their vibrations
And I cum a purple substance
Goddess Sativa floating in my throat.
The stickiness of thought,
And a centipede spirals into my ear.
It whispers–
“I have stories about the crawl space in your mind that you don’t want to talk about.”
And then I laugh.
I laugh because it doesn’t mean anything.
And I should’ve believed her.
I don’t want to be sober.
I only want to worship you.
(c) A.R. Minhas 2019
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I Hear Things And I Feel Nothing.
“I have shared secrets with you…”
“Oh Dead Mother!”
“Come have your pills. Depression doesn’t look good on you.”
“It’s just a coincidence that you wore red today.”
“I’m masturbating in public!”
“…And let’s abort this thing.”
“And why do you care that our generation is the worst?”
“You didn’t taste that way before…”
“And I’m learning more about you. Every time we feel each other.”
“Just remember– The Dream of a Green Sunday.”
“Meat has turned raw, my existence is a tragedy.”
“White-Chocolate Cheesecake is the escape, and I feel nothing for you.”
“There was love once…wasn’t there?”
“I think and there was an illusion.”
(c) A.R. Minhas 2019
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A Room Full of Paintings
I’m surrounded by all of you
The paintings that I don’t understand.
The paintings that you keep forcing down my head.
“What was your earliest memory?”
I was on a boat.
A net sank deep into the dark water,
And blood-red crabs emerged.
I said that, and a box full of change fell.
They echoed across the hallway.
“Sounds like Swedish wood.”
And we continue to miscommunicate.
The woman that is behind the painting
Blue and green, patterns of zygotes
Your eye keeps following me.
Your eye makes me hard and makes me desire death.
Curving a sickle to tear open guts.
Sun and steel, the body mimicking desire.
And I can’t stop thinking
What your eyes see, and if they are dilating because of me.
Are there any paintings left for us to Eat?
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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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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The Fool
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BY: A.R. Minhas
If you hold onto this
Drown in the water
Look up! Look up!
There’s hope that if you hold onto the flower
The wind that carries its weight
And floats up
Swirls around a bit
I can’t get that green cicada noise out of my head
And I plan to end another father figure’s life
“I’m beyond frustrated.”
You don’t lead me anywhere,
I just travel in circles, and all you do is make noises
Plates clutter, your middle-age flatulence
Feet thudding with panic
And I fear that
I might end up like you
Bald, bloated, stubborn and alone
But for now
I feel the wind in my hair
There are no signs of appendicitis
I feel like I’m guiding myself
Even this cigarette has given me a new meaning of life
And if I can just walk around
I’ll eventually stumble on that mystical guide
Here’s hoping it was me all along.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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Woman, Mirror & Eyes
Woman, your beauty is divine
I can only recreate it in my hands
Crooked
My thoughts
Come
From Floating orgasms
The pleasure principles
Your paleness speaks
Volumes
And I didn’t hear a thing
Your eyes stare at me
Or am I even here?
I finger them
And you’re enucleated
You see from below
There’s nothing above it
And if you can
You’re reading too much into it
And you smoke too much
Lungs turn corrosive blue
And if I turn to hold you close
Escape into the mirror
Dissipate in your reflection
You can’t hold onto what can never be…
© A.R. Minhas 2018
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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
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No Love
So you hold me close
And I’ve thought about that afternoon
You hold me too tight
And I’m not able to give you love or offer love
I’m resigned to the fact that you despise me
For some reason
I trigger something in you that finds me so repulsive…
And I can only draw you now in naked form
Your breasts have eyes that I can’t escape from
I had learned to live alone
So it’s ok if you’d like to
I’ll swipe left before you even think about it
It’s rude to say anything
Mutually assured loneliness.
© A.R. Minhas 2018
