Two circling beasts armed to the teeth
Praying not to hurt the other.
Misquoting Nietzsche
love is madness
Engarde!
A lunge for the jugular. Dodged!
And missed and spun and nicked
And bleeding
Only a flesh wound
Let it, please god, be only
the type that leaves no scar
Like brain freeze already fading
From a slushie drank too quickly
Blood red and not quiet frozen
From a heart not quiet hard
The monkeys panting
Each breath reminds the scars to scream
to bleed to be cut once more.
madness has reason
And the monkeys circle again.
Delicately complex, yet understated.
