Darts And Lust

A night at the bar

Darts zip through curling clouds of smoke

Slipping through fingers to find the mark                        

Moving targets fall away at the speed of light 

Hurled objects with feathers score with the floor             

A bar tender smiles as drafts suds up

The bullseye is nowhere near his ear

Workers are too bored with life to care about Polly parrot

Darts miss marks by a mile as the cage gets hit

Birdie is saved this time from an errant flip of the wrist             

Beers at happy hour have never been more happy

Unguided missiles do little thinking in the wee hours

Young men scream out insults to top one another

On whose mother has more facial hair and weight

As the board becomes more square than round

Pretty women play jukebox music to entice

To dance, to sharpen skills, to hunt for prey

With love and war all is fare they say

Coming to that conclusion while playing a game