Wednesday, October 28, 2015

I Mean

Sometimes I could really see him
Wearing velvet
Smoking a cigar
He was the little prince
Harold and his purple crayon
But wearing bright red.

He was unapproachable
And very protective.
It went both ways.

He probably had the bright idea
practicing "walking the line"
After a can of Dad's beer
At Tina's birthday party
In the third grade.

He probably told Tina
I was the big tattle-tale
That time and later
She was immune
To the cat food pate'
I served up on crackers
Maybe that's why.