So many in love
the lot of us a supercluster
of misfiring neurons
a never ending daisy chain
of misdirected emotion

He loves her
who loves him
who loves her
who loves him
who loves him
who loves her
as if circumference
divided by diameter

We, whipped forward
by the unfolding infinitesimal
chasing oblivion
wanton
with arms grasping
legs spread
cocks thrusting
our souls awash in a ceaseless
tide of fantasy
and reality
love and like
lust and indifference
sex and rejection

Certainty masquerades as confusion
reflecting in reverse
on the shimmering
saline-flooded irises of the enamored
Pheromones dangling in air
like the fine mist of the hurricane’s eye
like microscopic magic 8 balls…

Signs point to yes
Reply hazy, try again
My sources say no
And down the whirlpool we go