written a long time ago.

Aghast
Sans shutting the dresser fast
Lest drawing to cloths to the past.

Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck
That metaphors me whence getting stuck
During adolescence – which lasted decades
each 'n to barreling driverless

   heading toward
   a garbage disposal dump peed truck
   when me entire being felt utter yuck

Holograms of former life inhabit
childhood each dresser drawer
Which furniture about five feet from top to floor
Encapsulates invisible fractals
   of me and contrived lore

Iron nick lee, the latter increases
   as sands of time increase more
Find mine gaze drawn to hash marks
   (from Matthews’) fingers did score

Within the veneer epitomizing strife that tore
And rent psyche asunder
   exemplifying unseen civil war

That raged within façade of placidity
Hosting mailer daemons in this yahoo –
   nobody could see
Re:

Clawing to cleave copper handles of me
Synonymous with malevolent genie
Hell bent of wreaking havoc

   and thus clamored to break free
From shuttered jumbled wardrobe
   stale garments some mold e
bereft of taking a tumble

   in washer and dryer to air
Perspiration from boyhood pores,
   with a skinny body when bare
As would be immediately clear
By many I did fear

Whose gaze akin to a scorching glare
Exhuming a suffer 'n soul silent leer,
   especially when viewer near
Gaze glued at tchotchkes

   like skeletal frame, with palm sized rear
Analogous to that boudoir – over there
Where housed baggy garments,

   yes even under wear
Ill fitting hardly worn hand me downs
   a haunting clasp from yesteryear!