A poem for Spring

Feel the Ants Tickle Your Feet

(Barry Comer)

It’s time again,

bunch of oh no you knows,

you can feel way down.

The lounge is open,

yup, my Voodoo Lounge,

it’s got beat and

terminal smile,

the upside down with

my femur pout.

It’s time again

to enter the wild,

and ruin the show,

we’ll dance it slow.

Baba Baba Baba hold.

Feel the ants tickle your feet?

Clap our rhythms, yes again;

oh those, those, those…

hot house beats.

(Barry Comer was born in Louisville, Kentucky in 1954. "Feel the Ants Tickle Your Feet" originally appeared on LitKicks, 4/1/2010. )