Niki Herd

Popeye
 
 
 
 

There’s a man   a handsome older man who walks into the porn shop every Sunday morning. The owners know he will go into a booth  watch the screen and think of some girl before he shoots his seed. They don’t know that his coming is just the beginning like an epigraph before a poem that the girl in his mind is in the car left parked on the side of the street that every Sunday the girl watches from the window waiting for her grandfather to return to pat her on her bare black knee. How could they know that with her the man will go home and watch more. This time: adam ant   the superheroes and her favorite   popeye the sailor man that in imitation the girl will faithfully flex her arms in the air as she sits in his lap as if protection against this world could be found in a can of spinach.

  (c)Herd 2004