Fighting

we smoke and laugh in our carriage, racing
running away from a devil
whose scythe cuts the air
blending it with the smell of fresh grass
we have created how many monsters, honey?
what will be left of us when they are all gone?

you'll throw at it the rocks of your anger
blocking its way
I'll build a bridge of my indifference
to carry us across the precipice
we'll raise the waters of our solitudes
that's an ocean no devil can navigate!

I want us both to win as much as you do
but I want my victory above yours too

(2011)