Boyhood Bureau -

written a long time ago Aghast Sans shutting the dresser fast Lest drawing to cloths to the past. Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck That metaphors me whence getting stuck During adolescence – which lasted decades each 'n to barreling driverless heading toward a garbage disposal dump peed truck when me entire being felt utter yuck Holograms of former life inhabit childhood each dresser drawer Which furniture about five feet from top to floor Encapsulates invisible fractals of me and contrived lore Iron nick lee, the latter increases as sands of time increase more Find mine gaze drawn to hash marks (from Matthews’) fingers did score Within the veneer epitomizing strife that tore And rent psyche asunder exemplifying unseen civil war That raged within façade of placidity Hosting mailer daemons in this yahoo – nobody could see Re: Clawing to cleave copper handles of me Synonymous with malevolent genie Hell bent of wreaking havoc and thus clamored to break free From shuttered jumbled wardrobe stale garments some mold e bereft of taking a tumble in washer and dryer to air Perspiration from boyhood pores, with a skinny body when bare As would be immediately clear By many I did fear Whose gaze akin to a scorching glare Exhuming a suffer 'n soul silent leer, especially when viewer near Gaze glued at tchotchkes like skeletal frame, with palm sized rear Analogous to that boudoir – over there Where housed baggy garments, yes even under wear Ill fitting hardly worn hand me downs a haunting clasp from yesteryear!