A standing-in-line-for-the-midnight-movie tale (a poem)

Something a little different. This one—another attempt to tell the story of what happened the first time I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show—started coming to me in the shower…

This one time
I was in line
to see Rocky Horror
for my first time

I was feeling mighty fine
there in line
to see Rocky Horror
for my first time

By this time
I’d had some weed
and some beer
at a party
and a couple glasses of wine
at dinner

So I was feeling
mighty fine

Now, as I was feeling mighty fine
there in line
to see Rocky Horror
for my first time
I saw a couple in line
standing in front
of these eyes of mine

The young woman
standing there in line
in front of these eyes of mine
was looking mighty fine
dressed in jeans
and a white jacket
with fur that lined
her collar

Feeling mighty fine
on beer, weed, and wine
I was fascinated
by the soft, soft fur
that lined
her collar

In short time
I was reaching out
a hand of mine
because I just had to touch
the soft, soft fur
that lined
her collar

And feeling mighty fine
reaching out
with that hand of mine
I was now stroking
the soft, soft fur
that lined
her collar

It was really, really soft

This seemed to go on
for a mighty long time
as I was feeling mighty fine
there in line
to see Rocky Horror
for my first time
stroking the soft, soft fur
(it was really, really soft)
that lined
her collar

Until some sense came to mind
that her boyfriend
also standing in line
in front of these eyes of mine
might not take too kindly
to my stroking the soft, soft fur
that lined
her collar

So I withdrew that hand of mine
from the soft, soft fur
(did I mention that it was really, really soft?)
that lined
her collar
while it was still that hand of mine
and I was still feeling mighty fine
there in line
to see Rocky Horror
for my first time

And so I survived that time
waiting there in line
to see Rocky Horror
for my first time
feeling mighty fine

(3 December 2017)