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dirge of the empty closet

Posted to Action Poetry




on the second floor, the closet,
i open the door, turn on the
light, no shirts, just empty
hangars where they once hung,
my hawaiian don ho special,
gone, my 12 bowling shirts,
oh where is the red one,
schwanski's junk yard on
the back, i'm missing all of my
black short sleeve t-shirts
my ratty old blue psychowear
long sleeve crew neck, the
wooly llbean special i got
at gunpoint during that holdup,
yes, i opened the door & all
my shirts are gone, i still own
a few pair of pants, oh i don't
like to wear those much, anymore
not in this frame of mind, i guess


-- markk