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 encased in 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
its annihilation the blast that
destroys the crust of experience.