Knee deep in words and nothing to wear
my mind's closeted vault is overrun,
I donn'd a few petty metaphors but they had tears
a simile wrapped around my neck made me choke
wing tip'd  stiletto nouns on my painted toes
and proper paisley poesy adjectives in my hair,
still not ready to go out on the cafe
if I only knew where I left that ****'d silken sonnet
     sigh  oh brother, another night in naked poetry...