Mother Nature makes little piglets and lambs
We humans slaughter them for mutton and ham
Lest you think mankind unusually cruel
Ponder what lions and tigers do for their fuel
Voyeurs Watching from the Audience
David J Walker
I try my best not to watch myself
Walking the path laid out for today
But, sometimes, I do anyway in the
Excitement of knowing I am walking
With the feeling that I am
being watched though
The voyeurs see neither
clothing nor purpose
Nor do they care anything about
My imagined nakedness
The audience never applauds
And is never at odds with the
Plot that seems to be writing itself
As I go
Today has not yet started
But I know that the
The voyeurs will be
watching from the Audience
Voyeurs
People love to watch people in accidents
Nothing is funnier than someone falling over
If it bleeds it lead's
Who doesn't relish Gossip
Unless its them that finds themselves
The butt of said Story
Because Voyeurs really don't like it
When people stare back
tiny lizards jump
voyeurs peering in windows
pink hibiscus blush
Copyright, July 1, 2017
Fifth floor walk-up, light is fading,
lamp is lit, the curtains stay pulled back;
loose-limbed and limber like a tiger
set to spring she's geared up for
the evening's entertainment.
Hungry eyes in mirrored windows watching,
palms sweaty and expectant.
She's on her mettle,
going through her game plan
with a slow and sensual grace,
puddling her garments
and purring like a cat,
her pulse is racing!
The flutter of her heartbeat
and the shortness of her breath
betray the depth of her excitement.
She draws the drapes,
the game is done, yet her vanity
still cries for validation.
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