Cheap Green Dress Poem by James McLain

I want to see you wear that short green dress,
and all it's wrapped around.
I want it cheap and sheer and naughty flimsy
I want to see it ride up high,
and down so low it hides my face beneath the moon.
And tight and loose in all the places I can't be,
the other woman turns to see.
Will it tear the dress you wear, it tears at me.
I want the lovely things I can not have right under there.
Long ams, it is sleeveless and the open back,
this dress, you wear.
Walking quickly past are Mr. and Mrs. WONG.
Today in the old corner cafe is all I'm coming for.
Glittering are the streets are wicked are the bold,
and walking past a window from the past I push and pull.
An elephant walks by and sitting in the truck,
while hoisting long slick snouts I hear that tell tale cry.