Sunday, August 31, 2014

Do Clothes Maketh A Man




i wore a brioni
covered my
withering flesh
i looked suave
i looked fresh
my spirit held
captive in a
mesh i
demystified
my soul with
a borrowed
dress what
i am my
 clothes
could not
express
regurgitating
words that
thoughtlessly
wove dreams
i tried to possess
an anger that
selflessly i
tried to express
doomed deleted
without success




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