A wild-haired fellow pacing And preaching to himself And spooning seeds out Of a juicy cantaloupe Plants a smile on A nearby gaunt mustached Face flushed with drink Both characters glance At a young woman In a fit of incredible hurry Despite her very tall red Heels and her long braid Swinging like a bullwhip That comes dangerously close To launching the preacher’s rind And dislodging the tipsy chap’s Horse racing paper Teetering dangerously In a torn blue blazer pocket Both observers wear black Sneaks with lightning bolts On their sides, a striking green A trio of sparrows stalks The gooey orange litter Riders roll out of the subway Like steel balls exiting a perpetual Motion machine and sprouting limbs For just this day re-orbed come evening Rosy mug sits on a bench and crossing His legs, pulls a pint of white Wine from his good pocket He toasts perhaps Miss Swiftly And of course Reverend Melon Maybe the world’s population Some folks glare at him as if He’s the keeper of the cams Cogs, buttons, and switches Keeping them out of control Not merely the emperor Of at least two Enduring vices
Thomas M. McDade is a 74-year-old retiree, Democrat and Red Sox Fan. He’s a former programmer / analyst living in Fredericksburg, VA, previously CT & RI. He is a graduate of Fairfield University, Fairfield, CT.
McDade is twice a U.S. Navy Veteran serving ashore at the Fleet Anti-Air Warfare Training Center, Virginia Beach, VA and at sea aboard the USS Mullinnix (DD-944) and USS Miller (DE / FF-1091).