I thought I wasn't looking

for a fight; but seem

to have asked for one.

Who are you ? ?

now haunting my entire anatomy?

What's in that streak of you

that looks so much like me?

Is this propensity - holes -

demanding the formulation

of questioning

what you're questioning?

Was my wish to see life

as a science experiment

some original mistake?

It is a fact that the mundane magnetizes

elects accomplices far and wide.

See, the sugar inside my coffee

turns sour in my mouth.

The weather out my big windows

quickly switches polarity

fickle as a human

unspeakable as your beauty.

Soft kisses for the head of Shiva's penis

ask for the annihilation

the blast that will destroy

the crust of experience.