20-20 Hearing
The skeletons in my closet are trying on my clothes
Posing a fashion show of history
Using bony toes to throw memento mori
"watch your head!"-puts hand over grin
My diary redacted, an exploding think tank
Plastered on pages, so pretty to think so
Making a pact with the top hat that
marinades my mind into overflow
"a poet's guts are a beautiful splatter!"
The black boots I used to reinvent
A thousand miles that were walked and spent
Stepping over trial and error
Crying over unpaid rent and electricity terror
"light a candle and revel in the silence!"
The gloves that scoured the couch
for a dollar in change to feed the mouths
of my heart and soul sitting in front of me
begging for a bowl of spaghettios
"innocence resides behind smiling blue eyes!"
Slightly tattered from the cold weather
an old, black sweater with a sewn in locket
carries the charm of car and job
problems in it's pocket.
"I've got thumb holes in my hand hats!"
The little ties that put a knot in my throat
from all the lies that once were spoke
so properly placed on a plastic hanger
to easily be broken by words from a stranger.
"No wire hangers, ever!"
Sipping on sunshine through a dixie cup
My skeletons and I are playing dress up
It reminds me that I'm alive and my past is dead.
I'll buy better clothes in the days ahead.
"life is beautiful!"
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