Friday, 25 November 2022

JACKET BYE & BIO

 


without ceremony
my old leather jacket
was retired one autumn

the heft of bottles
had really stretched 
the pockets right out
&
its tortured lining
was in sad disarray 

( my uniform had softened now
  into sicknote rehab chic )

leathers still soft as cream tho
only rigid as a biscuit
round its cuff sleeve holes

oh the things it has seen
& the stories it could tell !

also - the zip is fine








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