hello to sir who’s in the line

directly adjacent to mine!

underneath the station’s sign

that indicates ‘train 29,’

you’re fully clothed with hair so fine,

in rumpled shirt of pale pink wine.

how stiff your posture does align

as though a fleshy human tine,

how bland your face is in design

like chunks of cardboard intertwined.

and yet i have such thoughts; benign,

for some reason i’m so inclined,

to drop those khaki pants of thine

and make you my repugnant shrine!

it’s boredom and interest combined,

with that your shape so ill-defined.

so yes good sir you must consign

your dignity and thus resign:

to aid me in moral decline.

i will not ask you to recline

or lay onto your back, supine

stay this way with erected spine

and in this sketch you are enshrined.

seen in grand central station, september 2011

A4 sketchbook illustration