to my Flamboyant Wardrobe
Reader, cease your
dreams of ghostly clothes
Casting tantalizing manta-rayesque shadows.
on whole oceans. Open my wardrobe door
unbridle miles of wild horses.
all the leaping lounge-lizards from their erstwhile asylum!
blazers brazenly parade like undiscovered creatures
for a new phylum.
orange t-shirt ignites level five fires and incites blaring sirens.
beltís drastic elastic snaps you back dazed
a flailing chuteless skydiver at ground zero who
up due to the bungee between him and the plane.
pack just the thing for frigid luncheons:
smoking jacket. Itís pure spontaneous combustion.
postponed games, and below the sea, respectively,
raincoat chases monsoon rains
deeply worries fleets of submarines.
love, or lack of it, even saintly ladies faint
the sight of my aphrodisiac jacket,
which amour smolders. To douse the craze,
must drape entire starry nights over my shoulders.
effectís best and safest for everyone on-scene
Iíve dressed fluorescent beneath the evening:
lambent undershirts, my tie a pale blaze,
vest of white pinstripes ripped off from
markers along interstate highways,
my blacklight socks,
spread magenta from my feet,
moonrise in my shoes
use gently, yet expertly
illuminate the gloom of funerals.
I went to hell like
you told me to.
I met the strangest
A daredevil aerialist
who entertained the deranged
With mad acrobatic
grace a hairsbreadth above flames
And replaced the
sad-faced damnedís shame with bliss.
I walked where God
himself disallows all miracles,
Where pure suffering
is birth and mercy is myth.
Hell needed saints;
therefore, I tried to be kind.
I was the only
passenger to ride the blind helicopter pilotís death flight.
I walked beside a guillotined prince sentenced to forever carry his head.
Men more skeleton than man begged me to let them be dead.
I wiped the brow of a
Whose hand must
eternally attempt theft
Within nests of
And held the hand of
a whore forced
To store monsoons
within her womb.
If only I could have
stolen an ambulance,
But all antidotes had
long ago fled.
I tried to give a
child with frightened eyes of fire
My sunglasses, but
when he put them on, it was clear
anguished smile would haunt me until death.
© 2003 Matt Schumacher
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