A Disjointed Affair Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I saw them fornicating shadows
on Venetian blinds.
I wished there had not been such
interference but city codes required it.

Some of their moves were smooth
but mostly the shadows behaved
like matchstick figures
disjointed at the knees and elbows.

You could tell the he from the she
because of that huge stick protruding
from between the tall one's legs and
how ineptly he stuck it in her belly.

Well, that's how it looked anyway.
You draw your own conclusions.
In the end I was very disappointed
when the lights came on

the wooden puppets were put to rest.