[antie]
today the ants
were swarming
down his tie–
that comical
crotch-pointing device
that ironically
underscores
our dignity
{not mine
I don’t have a tie
and I don’t have ants
nor cockroaches
nor rats nor mice
I’ve a machine
that makes those chirping noises
that drive them away}
–like rotted screws
rolling down
the crowded
alley of his mind
with sloth-like
agility
bending
denting
their thread
beyond
any hope
of future use
wrinkling
rumpling
their antennae
(isn’t it funny
that ants should have
antennae)
trampling the smaller ones
into the cobbles
all rust-brown
like dried blood
their juices
transparently edging
on the insane
there’s nowhere for them to go
of course
only
they fold
around the tie
like a tender hand caressing another
and when they clash
they cross in fury
or cannibalise indifferently
today the ants
were swarming
down his tie–
that comical
crotch-pointing device
that ironically
underscores
our dignity
{not mine
I don’t have a tie
and I don’t have ants
nor cockroaches
nor rats nor mice
I’ve a machine
that makes those chirping noises
that drive them away}
–like rotted screws
rolling down
the crowded
alley of his mind
with sloth-like
agility
bending
denting
their thread
beyond
any hope
of future use
wrinkling
rumpling
their antennae
(isn’t it funny
that ants should have
antennae)
trampling the smaller ones
into the cobbles
all rust-brown
like dried blood
their juices
transparently edging
on the insane
there’s nowhere for them to go
of course
only
they fold
around the tie
like a tender hand caressing another
and when they clash
they cross in fury
or cannibalise indifferently
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