I heard a small sneeze from my closet
knew it was the gremlin who hides in there
he is usually more cautious, silent but deadly
another sneeze; he must be sick
I got out my Vicks and my Therma flu
grabbed him by the ears and dragged him out
he was horrified, thinking he had been a secret
think again buddy, I was a mother once
he was kicking, biting and scratching me
I barely felt it, due to his small size and tiny teeth
cut it out, I told him I am trying to save your life
he does not speak English, a whisper said
I looked up and saw yellow eyes
It was a vampire bat
Just another monster living in my closet
I did not even know about this one
I pushed the gremlin and Vicks back in and slammed the door
what about that Therma Flu asked the bat?
Crap. An intelligent vampire bat.
There really are monsters in my closet!
a tiger crept into my closet today
it happened at three pm. while I was away
she was silent but hungry, wanting some meat
messed up my closet, put two shoes on her feet
I woke up at a quarter past two
saw her stealing my tennis shoes blue
shut my eyes tight and pretended to sleep
did not make a sound, not even a peep
heard the creak of my refrigerator door
heard a neighbor scream and a loud roar
quickly ran down to lock my front door
this pesky neighbor shall bother me no more
My co-workers gave me money to buy clothes
I am speechless; they think I only own two shirts
They do not know I have a closet full of stuff
But that closet is bulging and there is a bogey man in it
That’s why I keep wearing these two shirts
Hiding Place
After the beatings your darkness was
my protection. My source of comfort
after the sexual assaults. Hanging clothes
were a curtain against the evil.
Blankets on the floor held me close
and secure. As a child you were my favorite
friend. My hiding place.
My closet is filled with beautiful clothes
Blouses in pinks, oranges, blues
Dresses in turquoises, golds, silvers
Fluffy fake fur coats in black, white and gray
I adore colors, patterns and textures.
Loving paisleys, zigzags, multi-patterned clothes
Not as fond of polka dots or stripes
Too symmetrical
I prefer clothing that looks like it was designed by
Klee, Miro and Dali
I am an artist; it is in my nature to be lop-sided.
Somewhere in the closet of my mind
Reside the many thoughts I left behind
The one’s I put aside without a care
The one’s I lacked the courage, then, to share
For in my youth I feared the ruler’s sting
Responses to the song I dared not sing
As silence weakly battled my despair
I slowly crept to where I didn’t care
T’was then, I heard a voice that startled me
Shout: "it is your voice, go now - set it free"
This voice, this tone, this echo of your being
Echoes but the truth of what you’re seeing
So speak those thoughts of now and then and when
Rethink them and release them once again
Forgive me as I compose this remorseful apology
An admission of my egotistical individuality
Realization of how I've accustomed to being a Ticking time bomb impulsively leaking noxious fumes
Unintentionally forcing you to inhale and endure my venomous pollution;
But Innocence I had plead with evidence justifying unforseen indescribable affinity
Unintentionally passionately
To what i defined a Fragile creation of a human being
An empty closet and cliffhanger
A gift to little George,
A member of Windsor Castle.
Mood, over mindfulness ,
They are riverine songs
Moody, churned up
Uncertain and floral
Rejoicing whence
The turbid and morbid
Glum and glee
And a morn and
A corn
These all are
Cosmos and a cosmic
Emotions are changing textures
Where these all are
Changing surface
On an eggplant
The purple surface
Soothes
Where the goosebump
Of the green begins
A goosebump and a texture
An empty closet are lonely wool, woolen warmth
Yesterday and a bobbling
Runs along, unsung
Over boards the present,
Tense and I
All infuses and surges
To surmise
Greetings again
Hungover a softer sky
And a luminous, chandelier
Even though an uneven sky.
My closet, since you ask, is a cramped space,
Chosen and cherished fashionable base,
Essential part of my enchanted place,
With charm and chic to complement my face.
Shows off all hues of my life if I may -
From baby pink to darkest shades of grey,
Reflecting the intended role I play,
Engaging gaily in Societe.
Levi’s slim fit - my favourite by far,
Red miniskirt to storm a local bar,
Sleek diva dress as karaoke star,
Extra large sweatpants, running chores by car.
Stylish business suit for formal dinner,
A little black dress, my boss’ head spinner,
Bikini thongs as hot summer sinner,
Levi’s slim fit still my all time winner!
My closet caters to the latest trend,
Adjusting to occasions I attend.
I love all walks of vogue but in the end,
Levi’s slim fit - my easygoing friend!
Wide range of footwear I wouldn’t omit,
But shoe department in one poem won’t fit.
(The arsenal of bags, a dazzling hit,
So is the lingerie, I must admit).
But if a pair of shoes I ought to pick,
Without moment’s hesitation real quick -
I would grab cowgirl boots, sexy and slick,
Vibing with my Levi’s through thin and thick!
Downplayed it's impact in it's infant state
Threw more bones of decadence for a better taste
Satisfied it's insatiable hunger and thirst
Took notice of it's growth, couldn't care less
Marveled of it's becoming, as it brought in a companion to "nip in bud" the solitude of it's dark layer
I guess you are beginning to get the idea?
Why I comfortably soak in this pool of conviction
Why my moral compass points south
The reason for the wall around me
Shadows move around these walls
Can't converge the courage to let you in
Lest you stumble upon phalanges peeping through
Acknowledging that the impeccable persona I portray, Is far from the character of my reality
In it I nurse something volatile
A creation of my own volition
.
until
night time
then
i'mz hern
spooky
"fluffy"
she me
callz
"widdle piddle
mons'er"
Clothes hang prickly and wild—
The kind diamond smell of her
Spreads in a blocked out sky's room,
Faint earth in bursting skeleton bones.
The kind diamond smell of her,
A true prism on the walls,
Faint earth in bursting skeleton bones—
Little girl with safety pins in her glass.
A true prism on the walls
Spreads in a blocked out sky's room,
Little girl with safety pins in her glass—
Clothes hang prickly and wild.
closet cats surrounded Harry as he began to read
their eyes widened in the dark, and they began to lean on him
monsters are real he said. They all gasped.
I see the closet door and I hear the theme song to Shark.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
The one they used to play on Saturday Night Live in the eighties.
You know the one.
I opened it once to take a photo.
Which I sent to my twin sister.
We were bemoaning our messy spots.
So we decided to have a little contest.
I took photos of this closet, and six hoarder piles in one bedroom.
Believe it or not, she sent me eight photos and hers were better.
Or worse depending on which way you are going competition wise.
Thanks Daddy, we both said. He loved keeping everything.
Whereas Mom was a minimalist. She had a rule.
Bring one new thing in, toss one old thing out.
She had no messes anywhere in the house
Except Daddy’s area. She could not control that.
Maybe it’s Mom’s fault, I think to myself.
She is the one that never let us have a mess.
Maybe we are still rebelling.
Anyway, I cannot face this closet yet.
This is the third year in a row it has been un-faceable
It would be nice to use a closet, just not this one.
I turn and take another peek. Is it still there?
Unfortunately yes. Who knows what lives inside.
Never advisable to be naked!
Unfolding ability to assume changes
Depict funeral mesh opaque
Wobbled iron lock conjure
Wakens particular persona to inhabit
Wardrobe wonder honours
Peter Pan collar innocence
Embellished bow breasts for bombshell
Rhinestone on satin stimulant
Deceptively deep, spacious
Dark wood doors swing away to exhibit
Dresses with waves vivacious
Forest of newfound favourites
Frocks rustle, slide, beg to be fondled
Fascinator lavender fragrance
Mysterious occult conspirators
Ultimately select pretty arrangements
Musty garment rots ambiguous
19th January
Happy Birthday Keri ( Mum )
- see, I fashioned my life
to suit me!
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