At the zenith
of sartorial sloppiness,
frittered loosely in my scruff,
I clobber,
combats, sneakers,
faux-fur coats and baggy t shirts
stuff that wraps me up,
and I'm OK..
You can keep
your first- world
judgement
see
I've always
been this way
part scarecrow, hermit,
vermin, pirate,
all at sea with
modern stylists.
And by the circle of our
strange unwritten rules
for a season, once in twenty years,
I, somehow, become cool.
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
At the zenith
of sartorial sloppiness,
frittered loosely in my scruff,
I clobber,
combats, sneakers,
faux-fur coats and baggy t shirts
stuff that wraps me up,
and I'm OK..
You can keep
your first- world
judgement
see
I've always
been this way
part scarecrow, hermit,
vermin, pirate,
all at sea with
modern stylists.
And by the circle of our
strange unwritten rules
for a season, once in twenty years,
I, somehow, become cool.
I recall a mate saying, that, come the weekend,
me must go shopping for some cloves,
This seemed a bit niche, almost a bit too leftfield, but then , hey! , maybe he was going through some grit with an iffy molar, or fancied early ( as in August-early) pipes on some mulled wine
"Nah, Bruv.."Cloves wiv a "T-H"..
Schooled, I was.
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