popeye the painting thief

worked in the big city airport

handling freight & forward baggage

& I remember well

his eyes bright talking of stuff

the goods he handled everyday

& like all of us he was casual

with the things he didn’t own

& with those bright eyes on mine

he pondered out loud how to gain these

make them his & his alone

ransom a painting for the big bucks

we fantasied on cut out notes

fake phone numbers dead drops

how to do a pick up of cash

like in the movies not get stopped

& I heard no more for a while

until one day the local rag

lying on the bar I saw

a picture of popeye with a strapline

local mariner caught in ransom sting

given two years prison time

& I wondered how that might affect

those bright eyes shining on mine

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