Love Poem: Hey, Fella With the Umbrella

Hey, Fella With the Umbrella

You are the button-down mind of my dreams; all safe 
and tucked away in the regimented reality of your nine-to-five 
world. I want to tie you to a straight-back chair, lover-boy, 
and squeeze some spontaneity out of you. Rattle 'round 
your work-bound imagination; set fire to your spreadsheets, 
and snap the erasers off the pencils you still use. Are you 
getting this picture? Dinner's at eight, don't be late; your mom's 
keeping the kids. Francis will be on the stereo. When you hear 
"All of me, why not take all of me." Well! 
If you have one creative bone left in your body.....