Out out
Brief broken boredom,
And slight stolen smiles,
Have left him empty.
Hungry for something.
We watch a fight.
Two bodies thrown at one another,
In a puppets dance.
Fists makes friends with skin,
And blood the jealous lover,
Is all over it.
We looked on,
As one would,
Eyes glued.
Hate filling our cups,
Joyously we drink.
