Fine
Very fine
Like a worm
Shirt cotton threads pull
And fray
Bare skin
Pale skin finally
Appears through the gasps
Through the holes
buttons on the right
tails tucked in tight
button down pockets
worn under a suit
can be starched and pressed
distinct male scent
PJs or formal
unisex
permanent press
shirt tail
plaid or stripes
sleeves with cuffs
buttons
collar
shirt
Do I hear–
146–
146–
146–
I'll give you–
146–
146–
146–
Tonight–
You are faulty–
I’m but a–
Farmer in the city.
I come so far,
To clean scars deep.
But I work when I’m tired,
I work when I sleep.
And I,
Can’t even feel glee
On the mill
When I bleed…
You can not break
What is already broken,
Broken,
Broken.
You can’t
Go by your friends no more!
You can’t
Go by your wife no more!
You can’t
Even wipe your eye!
But–! Richard Cory!
I’ll be so high…
Hey, remember that dream?
We talked about it–
So many times–
We talked about it…
Do I hear–
146–
146–
146–
I’ll give you–
146–
146–
146–
Tonight–
You are faulty–
I’m but a–
Farmer in the city–
In purgatory–
Silence is better.
What does one say
When they wear out the weather?
So come hither–
Come creep…
I want to feel that way–
I feel when I sleep.
You can not break
What is already broken,
Broken,
Broken.
You can’t
Go by your friends no more!
You can’t
Go by your wife no more!
You can’t
Save your mortal soul!
Oh, Richard Cory!
You shall be so–low…
Do I hear–
146–
146–
146–
I’ll give you–
146–
146–
146–
Thin
Very thin
Like a worn shirt
Cotton threads pull and fray
Bare skin
The pale skin finally appears
Through the gaps
Through the holes
Rare
The hair
Black brushes write on the dark clouds
Or they write on themselves
Their own present
Vanished
It has disappeared
It no longer exists
No longer
I don't know what I know
I don't know what I know
What I know
What I know
A world destroyed before me
A world destroyed under my feet
Before me
Under my feet
The tops
Of these birches
Like paintbrushes
They paint the darkness blacker
The white whiter
Dark on dark
Light on light
I don't know what I know
I don't know what I know
What I know
What I know
A world destroyed before me
A world destroyed under my feet
Before me
Under my feet
The moment I see it
The moment the clarity
Reaches my eyes
Reaches my mind
Fleeting
We see only what no longer exists
We see only what no longer exists
The past brushes against us
The past haunts us
The past lies to us
Neither one
Nor the other
I don't know what it is
I don't know
What I know
Under my feet
It's gone
Gone
Gone
some t-shirts make me laugh
walking advertisements
athletic team slogans
school events
family reunions
concert paraphernalia
quotes from Poe
some t-shirts have cartoons
others are parodies of Van Gogh
the softest ones are usually from New Zealand
When the air has a chill,
There are sweatshirts and fleece,
Shawls and sweaters and scarves
To help shivers decrease.
But we shouldn’t forget,
As I’m here to inform,
That a flannel shirt’s best
To keep cozy and warm.
With an endless assortment
Of patterns and plaids,
These are tried-and-true staples,
Not fly-by-night fads.
Now with two new additions
To flannels I own,
I will conquer the shivers
To which I am prone.
I sat next the guy who sat to that"ole Gal"
that night that they talked it over.
Over and Over again
they talked about it.
I heard words of love
and endearing concerns.
They talked about everything
from frustations to ferns
they spoke of the need to understand
and a bneed to know more
one things for sure
they talked it out.
See what is worth mentioning
in all this constant tentioning
were it needed explaination
it turned up straightened
they talked it over
they talked it over
so that all could understand
hold on Mister
the lady has a point
stand up for
yourself
get out in front
don't hide behind your woman
her needs have been addressed
you got the first part
now lt's finsh this rest
the contract is negocated
so to all concerned
we have one signuture
it's the other parties turn
there it
we should all stand and appluad
thank you all for your
pateince
now lets thank the LOrd!
Searching for that superfine llove
see thats the way it's gotta be
me for you
you for me
what creates night
nights full of roamnce
lovers all around us
a place for us to dance
what suited best
and dressed for impression
ah night for lovers
anwsered and questioned
Cupid put the bow to the chello
stummed ah tune for you and me
sweet kisses
me yourr fellow
I'm in love
say your in love with me
sappy sweet full of jestures
Lovers loving
in each and every measure
That Super fine love
Is what I really need
say it love really love
and thats the way it has to be
Written By Dank and Dodoole
From Swiigg Nasty and the Real Wons
Red Shirt: TOS
A casting extra
No choice on shirt color
Hired for one episode
Studio did’nt want to pay them long term
New planet to explore
Beam down with phasers set to kill
Alien life form attacks
No chance to get off a shot
Bones declares
“He’s dead Jim!”
A red shirt met their final frontier
red aloha shirt
with polynesian motif
worn with confidence
A t-shirt you'd buy at the mall
An acrostic on it would scrawl
With re-cycle first
Re-use was then versed
Two lines more caused a small recall
You standing there looking so innocent
and sexy, biting your lip
Smiling so guile-y and your hair
Cascading around your face
Over your shoulders and styled by JBF
You standing a bit awkwardly your legs
falling from my flannel shirt
And smooth as hell, your feet up on the balls
as if in high heels
Flexing in anticipation and a devilish grin
With a "What me?" delectation
It's not a skirt it's my flannel shirt
And you with your post coital giggle
A splash of bawdy and a hint of naughty
and looking muy caliente
With my eyes I take you in as you take
my breath away
A wall of heat down on you bores
enervates your every pore
The fiery sun you implore
‘Who can take this anymore’
Your heart is deadened, your brain is fried
There’s not enough fresh air to sigh
Wring the sweat out of your shirt
Hide your body’s baked-in dirt
But check outside, just in case
Hey, what’s this your arms embrace
Drops of rain now splash your cheek
A fresh wind blows from mountain’s peak
A moment ago you’d surrendered
Thanks to Heaven need be rendered
Shirt collars
This old man, how weak his voice
he should not be in front leading the charge
winning a war for the righteous
His work is done
He can sit in the garden of peace and think
of how to re-design the shirt for those
like Iranian politicians, not wearing a tie
as a statement, they reject the western values
An election in a country where politicians
follow the same rule, there cannot be a change
unless by a bloody revolution
He can also think that without the freedom
of expression, there can be no democracy
He can also, while having the time to think
regret that he often ignored the truth for
the sake of political advance
at that point, he can become a philosophical
and say weighty things like:
Truth is the ability to survive!
He will call his biographer to put his insight
in the forthcoming book.
Reading this, a funny thought runs
Riot, mischief in mind at once:
I’ll go shirt on and shoes,
No pants, they can’t refuse….
Sure, the hotel served— court summons!
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Limerick |04.05.2024| laughter
Poet’s note: ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service’, a man sees this notice at a hotel restaurant entrance and his mind runs riot… When caught, he is dragged to court which serves him summons.
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