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Allowance
laying out clothes
I stand looking
at this day’s money
dry as rust
Poems on the topic: cloth
Poems on the topic “cloth” on Poets.by.
Funeral plan
in my will I mutter against money
but I will be dead and clean from top to toe
and laying out so much
on clothes for my close
Armchair traveler
west of elsewhere
slept in my clothes
a journey on paper where
I travel along harm’s way
feign difficulties and hurry
myself to bed
Walking dead
I walk alone
seeing the fine ladies there
humming to myself
I fear I am dead
under my clothes
Stood Up
Wine while I wait,
scarlet clothes like feathers
in the portmanteau.
Imposter
The barber put my clothes on
and they look upon him as a cook.
All ate a great deal of nothing.
Part I-Don't play
I was hoping you would never change
But you were already on the other side of the page
The perfect sky is grey
You left me alone the 19th of May
I was already broken but what did you do?
This is reality no one will fight for you
The truth is I'm not afraid of losing you anymore
"I'm done "you said then ran out the door.
These clothes I wear to make you jealous
Because of you, I became rebellious
My friends kept telling me "it's not worth it"
On that same day we promised we'd never quit.
The Yardstick
Yardstick that measured out so many miles of cloth,
Yardstick that covered me,
I wonder do you hop of nights
Out to the still hill-cemetery,
And up and down go measuring
A clayey grave for me?
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