I Thought I Saw Nietzsche

I thought I saw Nietzsche yesterday
dawdling around Germany.
He was wearing a trench coat
and listening to a cd of repressed Wagner.
He looked up at me cross-eyed,
(maybe in love,)
and stumbled over his tongue
trying to speak
but because he was beyond good and evil
he had nothing left to talk about,
so he blew a kiss
and hummed Wagner to me
and Spat
as he made what must have been an arpeggio
were he emotional,
but arpeggios are for slaves
not masters who don't understand
that slaves are more powerful
because they are too dumb to listen.