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Sartoriology
in my new suit
turn and return
with my old lace hands
to the river sure as night
Poems on the topic: suit
Poems on the topic “suit” on Poets.by.
Congressman
measure me for a black suit
full of yesterday’s pleasure
I shall do business with loss and war
till my eyes begin to fail
and I begin to take a rat
home to supper
Seasoning
I eat out of the pot
his gold-laced suit still
on my mind
Fashioned
We make ourselves
impossible to express
in clothes, like
streets with carpets
of gold and silver,
our eyes at last
overcome with what
we have seen,
going home drunk
in the evening suit,
rich with embroidery.
Claw
in my old suit
to take the sacrament—
hand of a lobster
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