#clothing
it’s ugly, tight love
dressed as a gold purity,
that you assume only he can wear.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
Are, these days, men's skirts
like kilt, sarong and lungi --
called 'legless clothing'?
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 3:53 AM UTC
standing pin with military tension
a dead suit
torted stance in the mirror solvent
commandeering a flect stare
more punish than my double could lance me
- salute
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 10:04 AM UTC
~
...
*where dreams
and laundry
cohabitate
there are vast
wardrobes of imagination*
...
~
Nov 18, 2022
Nov 18, 2022 at 7:19 AM UTC
~
*Holding court at the Zanzibar,
they looked on good nights
like Egyptian Queens, like Ancient Babylonians.
On not so good nights,
they resembled Brassaï's Moma Bijou -
"fugitives from Baudelaire's bad dreams",
and even then they looked magnificent.
Identity wasn't something you nailed
yourself into in late adolescence.
It was a trick of the light,
and if you were to avoid
burning yourself out,
then you simply let the flames
lick over you
and turned the ashes into kohl.*
~
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
Wearing Their Clothes
Wearing your clothes would be a special type of heaven
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
Camera, lights, action...
Wake up, get up and don't forget to stay up.
Sway n walk but remember not to drop,
this is what we are going to call fashion.
Bring your hips left to right, stand up tall
and try not to fright. Bright lights up in it,
cause every gentleman loves to stare as the
senorita walks up the stairs in her high stilettos.
Smell of fresh fabric and the grip of leather tights,
take it and wear it because tonight you're the Queen
of the ball baby, coming out through the dark light.
We want fashion, poise and something to call Sensuous.
Do the cat walk
Strike a pose and tip to your toes,
cause tonight is fashion.
Competitive looks and reading books, you know you're in
it for the game to win it.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 11:53 PM UTC
Oh dear!
--
So sheer!
--
No coverage
In the rear!
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 8:12 PM UTC
I sway more
Fairy skirt swirling
Around me
Dancing with every step
I feel fluid
Shifting and bending
With every stride
My pixie side finds me
On an overcast day
Rain collecting upon skin
Skirt tickling my sides
And I find myself dancing
Jumping along puddles
Having the water whirl
Twist into a dancing partner
Clinging to me
And the edges of my Fairy skirt
As I walk away
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
My wife doesn't know
Which is worse:
That this comes in only two sizes
Or that it's reusable!
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
Everything my love wears
is beautiful
because it’s on her.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
Is it better to have a wise mind
and be dressed in shabby clothes,
rather than have a shabby mind
dressed in finery?
But is it best
to have both
a wise mind and be well-dressed?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 5:47 AM UTC
Although I am always cold
Maybe I have burdened my self...
With too much linen to wear and carry?
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
Last night,
I saw rows of men
Sat circling around you
Innocent and harmless victims
Lack of wisdom, blinded by fake persona
Exchanging ideas?
I guess not,
You keep feeding them lies
Brainwashed them
Way beyond anything I can comprehend
I don't have time to engange in repeated version
same game anyway
Used to call you my mentor.
But many little birds opened my eyes
You're only a poser
Pretends to be outwardly postive
I remember, one time you said
"Who are you? You're nothing compared to me. Don't you know who I am?"
Agony, messed me up
But I wiped my tear-stained cheeks
Oh boy, I knew it from the entire island
You are a…
Sneaky manipulator
Convincing predator
Self-interested individual
Drown in superiority dellusion
Sympathy collector
Thoughts saboteur
Sweet nothing
Wolf Racoon in sheep’s clothing
A wolf would be overly good
Smelly rotten soul
Well-oiled word
From a poisonous tounge
True self always revealed
Once you get closer to them
Others might not know & fell for your fake persona
I sit and wonder why he does it
Regardless of the reason
Clearly you aren’t ashamed
You're nothing but a
Disgushting racoon in sheep’s clothing.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
The boy with the green henley, I’m in lust
And I must tell this story of the first day.
The beaming sun, the grass full of distrust
That first day was perfect and all of play -
Leaning over each other, talking of class
And of past fancies, our favorite candies
And we both know who has the roundest ***
I put on a little Daft Punk, dancies
Together - while, the sun left for the moon,
darkening the sky, pulling the two of
Us - with dinner and a second date soon
The two of us, snug as an older glove.
Closer now, the boy with the laugh like bells -
He won’t ever give me visions of all of the hells.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
Walking through the store,
Surrounded by racks of other lived world's,
Given to be shared with someone else,
My hands brushing across jackets and shoes,
Feeling where someone tripped,
Or where a moth found it's way.
My thoughts meander to my own world,
The scuffs decorating my shoes,
The fraying strings of this jacket,
The torn pocket of these jeans,
All part of me here, and wondering,
Just how much you'd see of me in them.
I'm passing the time all the while,
My search idling between,
The articles of lives, and the ones moving around me,
Waiting for the certain one that led me here,
Leaving me to fend alone for just a moment,
A slight grin my only clue to run on.
Wandering back down, my mind was a flutter,
Before me, radiant and glowing,
The magnificence of your presence
Breathing a whole new meaning,
To a prismatic dress,
And a perfect black jacket,
Captured so brilliantly,
In my enamored mind.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
Lacking the feeling of empathy I walk amongst the pavement.
They told me sad was the word I had to put on, but I chose a different dress. Now I can feel how itchy the fabric is and I regret my choice. It never was my choice in the first place, I remembered. The dress restricts me and makes me feel numb, it turns my vision blurry and my body invisible. The sleeves tickle my arms and leave thin red marks where it touches my skin. I wish I could pull new jeans out of my closet, and leave the dress on the floor for once.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
i have this jacket of yours
weathered and worn
from those memories we shared
from your life before mine
a reminder of
the winds of fall
leaves fluttering down
in a cascade of withering color
a reminder of
the snow days
where the light flakes melted on your tongue
on this jacket
a reminder of the spring
with hail punctuated with sun
nature tormenting us
with her turbulent emotions
a reminder of
the blazing heat that tore
through the atmosphere
burning everyone, including the jacket off your back
and lastly,
the jacket holds you
what remains of you
in its stretched seams,
broken zippers,
and empty pockets
in this jacket holds-
my love for you
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Her heel is adorned with rubies
her temple with sapphires
her calf is painted in gold
and her glorious thighs in kohl
The curve of her hip is tucked in lapis
the swell of her breast is caressed by jade
skin so rich she shines like onyx
eyes so warm she can make a man
unmade
This is all she wears
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC