Jacqueline Collen

Dear Jacqueline,

I felt compelled to verbally gush over your scintillating beauty, your macadocious bod and of course your ethereal nature. Jacqueline, in my insatiable efforts to kill time at work, I have anointed you the chosen one and have chosen you the anointed one to read my latest letter. I guess, really what I am saying to you is nothing. Despite having nothing to say, I boldly push on, never tiring, never looking back. This next sentence, devoid of purpose, babbles on like a brook of communication. Flowing thunderously, this typed glacier is steering its own course, for you see Jacqueline, I'm not the driver of this train, I am simply a passenger in the bar car, sipping Merlot, tipping well, thinking out loud but saying nothing, wishing I hadn't eaten all that damn Gouda. I could follow the masses using the commoner's form of communiqué, the question. I could ask you, which would be worse, poison ivy underwear or poison ivy gum? I could give you my philosophy on the art of vacuuming; "It's all north to south baby!" I could give you my philosophy on women; "I have absolutely no idea." I could tell you that I am over-appreciated and under-worked. I COULD YELL AT YOU! I could pick you up, "Hey baby, my name is Orpheous, I'm a Taurus and I'm not afraid to cry." I could test your eyes
A T F G H I B. Backwards sentence a write could I. I could share a few lines of a rhyme that I have written:

if Picaso was my dad I'd probably paint my room
startin’ at eleven done at half past noon
I didn't touch the ceiling cause that's minimal
I didn't touch the clock cause that's digital
I didn't paint the window because that's plain stupid
when he asks who did? I'll say you did

Jacqueline, I will do none of that! Instead, I will continue to hold on for dear life while this letter continues to, "get, get, get on down, get on down!" brmp...crmp...brmp Sorry, I was snacking. There’s nothing like a mid-afternoon batch of Melbatoast and Conch Fritters to pep you up.

Well Jacqueline, I guess that's it. Our paths have crossed in the oddest of ways, for the briefest of moments, stirring the deepest of emotions and tantalizing the tastiest of taste buds (Conch Fritters are good!). With that I bid you a fond adieu. I would like to offer one last "Cheers" on the good looks and good luck with all of those things you do so well.

Blankly yours,

Orpheous Roy