Eternal Commute

each ant scurries
the melodrama plays on
directed misdirection
  the constant hurry

nor rhyme nor reason
  rules the roost
when whirl and bump
  are what's produced
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Krutsinger Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 8:29 PM
"each ant scurries the melodrama plays on" - black Friday shopping mayhaps?
Faulkner Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 6:08 PM
A great last stanza, gw, I think chaos creates chaos (but you said it much better!)
Wolf Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 7:21 PM
Chaos, Agent 99? Chaos? ~ Agent 86 (Don Adams)
Hankins Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 2:17 PM
I've observed this in ants, but I'm wondering if you are writing metaphor here. I think that last stanza could have been written after a visit to the mall during the holiday season, eh?
Wolf Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 6:41 PM
How did you know that my aunt got mauled, Milt?
Gentile Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 10:32 AM
And are we the ants GW?? Good one ! Happy Thursday!
Wolf Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 6:38 PM
Now you have asked the $64,000 question, Mike. And the answer is -- hummina-hummina-hummina-humminah ~ Ralph 'Honeymooner' (Jackie) Gleason
Buehler Avatar
December 1, 2021 at 10:16 PM
They're really going places! A nice one, Gershon. :D
Wolf Avatar
December 2, 2021 at 6:35 PM
Ants are on that bridge to nowhere, it seems. ... Hope all is well with you, Evelyn. Take good care, Gershon
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