Love

LOVE

Oh, L o v e
That awful drug
Makes fools of us, huh

Makes
Mules of us
Makes
Us sit in the Fog of unknowing
Clawing
Pawing

At a mirror,

Narcissus in chains is howling at the Moon.

The iron branding his outstretch’d Arms,

The rending cry is baffled by bathos:

You’re an idiot (babe)

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