mr. green update

mr. green apparently comes in more flavors!
recently he has been sighted in both brown and purple.
my heart is all aflutter just thinking of what hue he might choose next.

Foul Weather Friday

when you stepped

onto the bus

i felt the salt air brush against my cheeks

your swarthy swagger

and more salt than pepper beard

made me envision long ago days

on the sea

with only the crewmen and and the fish

for company

oh gorton's fisherman!

how i longed to ask your true name

and for some fish sticks!

what, no floss?

your eyes glistened

as you stepped out of the rain

it was clear you were on a mission

as you found your seat

you waited but mere moments

befor beginning your ritual

as i watched with bated breath

you pulled out your toothbrush

and rigorously began polishing

what i can only assume

were your tonsils

your short, fast, strokes

pulsing through your mouth and throat

kept me enraptured

if i were your dentist

i'd be immensely proud

i missed you spit as i had to leave

but i hope you didn't fill

your soggy coke cup

i'd love to practice

good hygene together sometime

Real Man Problems

the conversation with your brother

on the powers of axe body spray

was quite enlightening.

i had no idea that men weren't real

without the chemical stench

of cheap cologne.

your brother seemed to think

that wearing axe gave you superpowers

good thing 3 year olds

don't have purchasing power.

your comment to the lady next to you

that she was "a woman and couldn't understand" your problems

was the final arrow to my heart.

i'd have asked for your number

...but you weren't a real man.

you didn't smell of axe.

...probably because you're only 9

teeeeeeny minstrel

i didn't know how cold i was

until your music warmed my soul

the endless g and e chords

played in rapid succession

continually

for a full half hour

brought tears to my eyes

i wasn't aware they made xylophones that small

may i join your g and e chord band?

Mr. Green

never have i seen such

singular devotion

to a secondary color

your green and purple shirt

reminiscent of a bad st. patrick's day stomach ailment.

you poked at your transistor radio

bobbing your head with news reports

as i watched the tag on your dirty, green, paisley hat flit about.

your necklace of toenail clippers positively sparkled

in the morning sun

i long to be your complementary hue.

Lady killer...literally

your stories about killing people

over a cell phone

because you don't wish to pay for service

intrigued me.

yelling in spanish about jack the ripper, john wayne gacy, and the boston strangler

perplexed and horrified the woman you were speaking with

but it only served to attract me more.

the smell of alcohol

wafting from your can of iced tea

made me drunk

with love