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!"