Wardrobe

The spare room
in my bubblebox
domicile
a part meant
for nesting the thought
of nurturing sustainance

This place holds a wooden box
and each item inside
now holds memory
a snazzy suit
a Hawaiian shirt
the gigs
the partys
the gatherings
the performances
the fool
the gold
The painted Jacket
bullet point
of personal injuries
caught on a chin
in the contact sport
of revelry

hardily weathered
the storm riddled overcoat
contains peeling remnants
of triumph & disaster

tears in rain
fearless escapades
of biker jacket
long lost youth

Now it all just sits there
staring out window
into perpetual grey state
towards perceptions of helplessness

2 fingers up to the systems
and down the throat of time

i am worn out