Men at Work

Watching men work
their way down the bar,
talking to women,
unintroduced.

The ladies play
with these Lotharios
like cats with mice.
I envy the prey.

I am alien here.
A poet lost
in a strange land,
observing the natives.

My best pickup line
might be: Does a rose
by any other name
smell as sweet?

To find intelligent intercourse,
to probe without protection,
Do you come here often,
is safer than sex.

I don’t belong here,
a little green poet
among men.