The Clothes Man

is there anybody out there ?

Sucked out of denim and

cotton, half in running

flat over the bedroom floor,

skinless like a cartoon cat;

somebody I knew yesterday,

an underarm stainer, a tracer,

a schlepper of ballast hidden

in layers, now magicked away

as I sleep as a pink filling,

ready to meet myself.

Reviews

[Coyote Song]

A very skillfully done poem. Love it. The imagery is powerful and unique.

[Frieda P]

Not sure if this is 'the clothes make the man' and you're naked to the world now, but I love the image of the cartoon cat, perhaps need another cuppa to figure this one out...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"skinless like a cartoon cat"

what happened to me, where did i go?

still pondering...but love these words from beginning to end.

[Emily B]

oh, oh, i'm not ready to form words around this work yet, i may have to come back to leave a review, in fact, i may have to come back many, many times