so now you're wearing a tuque
and a peacoat
you're sidling up to me
askin me if i've seen the "white whale"

have i ever been to the spermaceti room

i have not


up till now
you've had your coat pulled close
hands in your pockets
squinting
you've said aaaaarrrrr more than once
but now
you lean dramatically against the wall
all your weight on one hand
your coat falls open
you shift your hips popping forward
you are wearing thick canvas sailor pants
the kind that button up on both sides of a front placket
they are wide leg and not especially form fitting
but
as you push your hips forward
something is moving in the front of your pants

maybe it's an eel
some dread sea serpent
hell, maybe it's animatronic

i think of the bull in urban cowboy
shit, that's mixin metaphors

it's just the urge to ride
i guess