The Ant Colony Sure is Busy Today

                                                                                            Let’s go out, publicly wiggly. We arrive, only one’s parked. The light, it buzzes, dimly.  Dressed up, messed up, & revved up. We seek to stake a claim.  We scout, lookout, & enter by the dugout. Timeless, unchanging, NIGHT. Our time. As we hike in there’s… no game to see. Just you & also me. We go deeper, to the field & into paranoia too. Who else just might be, using the lou? No one in sight, we found our oasis. Calm until noises cried out, that is. Bum rush? Lurkers? Criminals? – not tonight Who knew owls could scream out  in such a wretched  blight. The debauchery ensued, surely as p...

Lurkers in the shadows Corner of the eye Movement, moaning On the big screen, loud The cinema was dark One central light source One large projection screen. Art was playing, loud,  P O R N O G Despite the screaming  with orgasmic profanity It’s so quiet. Library quiet. Distant shuffling & whispering Amongst the shadows, lurkers. Looking, not watching… It’s a theatre with no Audience. They look up, away from the film Shows up there, “the lounge” A sign read: C O U P L E S  O N L Y N O   S W A R M I N G Phallic grey sweatpants with eyes wait At the bottom of the stairs,  Hopeful for a date Eyes: fixated, watching, waiting Spookin’ at Creepin’ on Starin’ into Glarin’ through Goonin’ out His binoculars went up Two hands, two circles Frame his eyes He whistles at us Gesturing for attention  Desperate for attention We were the attraction We were safe upstairs, in the couples lounge Uncomfortable seats, we squirmed all around We always would go Just ...