QUAKES IN ELEMENTS

She trusts her reading of my horoscope

and predicts a comfortable future

even as I know my  toothache

now means the fall of my teeth

and anal bleeding  means sure surgery

my dying libido is as uncomfortable

as the dream of humans sleeping on the ceiling:

their flattened naked back amuses me

who knows who’ll fall first?

before I wake up I try to gauge the selvage

of restless lines, moon, saturn and venus

conspiring new challenges

for the quakes in my elements

it’s already mid-November

and the bouts of bronchial allergy

tell of the cycle of incarceration:

her moving lips are no soporific

--R.K.Singh