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Weird Eyes
If you had loved me hard enough
“Don’t say those words like an afterthought.”
I burn that flower at night time
The urgency of this message
I’m in love with being myself
Vaseline love,
Apply lotion to a dry heart.
See it through.
Evidence of bubblegum
Cardamom,
Say the word I’m there.
Wax spilt on black marble.
“You came with thundering applause.”
And I burst into you…
Tears
Wide Eyed, weird eyes
Drown
A gaggle of loud noises
Beautifying the porch
Cigarette bodies hidden
Beneath
Neon smoke
Up Above
My nose throbs for your loins
Teeth willing to pierce through
Skin
And then flesh
Blood caramel
Dripping from your lips.
I lay my head down
A disembodied voice
“Nostalgia keeps me alive.”
(c) A.R. Minhas 2019
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Fraud
I don’t deserve it.
“You look like you need it.”
A cherry flavoured kiss.
I still taste you on my beard.
A door knocks.
An ancient bird that taps.
Shadows close in on me.
The mouse-trap with red velvet cake.
You don’t deserve anything.
It snaps. It recoils.
This is how a dream breaks,
And I’m relieved.
You were never real.
It was all given to you,
And now you return to take me back.
I laugh at your audacity
“Papers, please.”
I was never here in the first place.
There is a beauty in surrendering.
© A.R. Minhas
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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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(c) A.R. Minhas 2018
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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
