The Ant Colony Sure is Busy Today

We ventured far… To lands exotique. Big city, little museum. Elated we see our canoe. Louie & Clarke we were once again. Look honey! Indians & a wigwam for two a perfect backdrop too Asnuntuck   Clear waters, ahead! No spinning this time. Things were clear instead , Maybe Karl’s phone is just dead . ‘Twas nice to be sober… but the day was not over . You framed it for me , Time immemorial . Yet feels like just yesterday… that I got your Asian market tutorial . Frozen frogs, yum !

  Did you see it? I wonder if it tastes different. Today’s Perfect, So Happy. Did you know there’s gay bro penguins? You blush, I’m too much. Drinks, plenty of ‘em. I’m buzzing. Jellyfish glow, Schools eben flow, You and me . Together we grow. More in love , Soul bonded, two doves. You’re smiling , big & bright. The just–got–home–from–work smile Such a fine sight. Steve crashed the car , & we didn't go far . But though he can’t drive We surely D.I.D. survive… That wonderful stay At the aquarium today .

It was always to my surprise you’d tell me I have kind eyes Suppose I, myself can’t realize inside myself, despite their size. The kind of eyes that burst with color Green you said, brilliant with splendor   The kind of eyes that light up a room bright green, even if filled with doom. Kind eyes are a kind of eye that tells Everything that the mind compels  Kind eyes might cast magic spells making you fall in love, all is well     You’ll never forget my kind eyes, you said Despite color green, not Van Leeuwan red . I love your eyes too, when you look into me I see the universe, sun, moon, stars, and sea.

Underappreciated . Underestimated . A Great American Invention, it remains  Culturally relevant, it is without refrain. Pinnacle of hay-day innovation , Emergent from tribal imagination . For their espionage, a renovation , Appalachian idea, local inspiration . Refined in Buffalo, fresh, new steez, It’s a Great American City. Cheapened during war by Chinese, plastic, what an awful pity. Ever heard of JAZZ KAZOO ? music, not noise it’s what it do. Mechanical humming, vibration, art, star spangled great, & don’t fall apart . Intuitive design and redesign too, from traditions of old it’s the kazoo. Appreciate it. Learn it. Play it. Know about it. T’was American renaissance , A fine wine & a special sconce. Ripe with promise & grit , USA made, this thing is it. For ‘what we have here’, a Clever design engineer . Free and fair, a sure victory so brilliant , from inception, it was awfully resilient. Despite war & the overwhelming despair, jokes on China, see the rockets r...

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 ...