Darts and Lust

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 jutebox 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