without ceremony
my old leather jacket
my old leather jacket
was retired one autumn
the heft of bottles
had really stretched
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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