Thursday, May 26, 2005

 

The lint

I wear a black
coat that collects
lint like a
whore collects shags.
She is a dirty
black coat, working
the linty hallways
and corridors in
the turgid brothel
of my wardrobe.
Someday I shall
strip her of
her pearly buttons
and she shall
flap in the
wind like the
hair of Ricky
Martin at the
MTV Music Video
Awards. Sillhouetted against
the window pane
I cry, naked
and quite coatless.

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