The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Popeye the Dinner Server from Mars
Popeye the sailor man, was really a dinner server from Mars and he wore a green coat with a yellow bow tie that had smiley faces on each bow. I admire Popeye very much as he really had arms of steel, but that said this Popeye was not the sailor that we knew but really just an average Joe that liked the smell and taste of spinach, hence his name. He once opened a can in the mall and then he danced in the food court. I think Popeye thinks that he is really more intelligent than they all considered and truly he was. I never forgot the bow tie and he never forgot a face. That's how Popeye played the game, thrill them with some wit and witticism and serve them their clams raw. I see how he worked as a cemetery plot turner once before we had found one another acquaintance. That was not his best day but it was not his poorest day either. So Popeye, if you ever think of me, remember this. I prayed for you in the dungeon but you never took the shackles off that someone offered to you in your best moment of your day. The shackles of prosperity. You never realized that you were a blind man in an orchestra pit but you really just wanted to serve clams cold to suspicious Iraqi immigrants to the best nation in the world. Send me the bill, I'm going to try that green coat on myself some day, but that bow tie is yours. My bow tie will be a purple and blue silk bow tie that has frowns on it. I just don't like clams much and if I had to serve them, no one should consider themselves lucky. That's it. End of memory lane stroll.
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