fashion

moments of

moments of
you
white fabric
beneath faded denim
smiling at that

yr put on

yr put on
yr brassiere

I put on
my undies

we dress
so fine

hon

she said ‘that solitude looks good on you

she said ‘that solitude looks good on you
David’

I said ‘thanks, hon’

and I tilted it like a hat

‘wear your solitude like a star
hon’ I said

I’ve put on

I’ve put on
sad songs
that sit
with beer

worn sadness
like fashion
also

put on blue jeans
& blue
undies

you don’t wear moonlight

you don’t wear moonlight
‘less you want to be
tender

‘are they yr earrings

‘are they
yr earrings
in the
night sky
so nice
hon?’ I said
to her

‘they’re not mine
David
I’m not that rich”

‘they sure would look nice on
yr hon’ I said

yr face at doors

yr face at doors
yr panties
on floors
yr face
on mine
yr eyes
glazed
the flower in yr heart
yr scents
on towels
sharing hangovers
yr car broken down
cause yr don’t know
bout cars
yr face
on my
heart
my care
in yr eyes
yr hair
in my fingers
yr mouth
talking
to me
yr bottom leaving
through a door
yr fashion
on the floor
the sun
on yr hair
yr sin
like Eve
yr anger
like Eve
my heart in yr
love

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I’d hang yr skirts

I’d hang
yr skirts
on my
windows

hon

for the

sun to

shine through
them

if you take

if you take
your garments off
I have a habit
of staring
I hope you
don’t mind?

yr flower’s

yr flower’s
I imagine
is in yr hair
and yr have on cheesecloth
yellow or orange
and no brassiere
I imagine yr
like that
yr pretty
in yr beauty
and there’s flowers
embroidered
in yr
cloth

‘hey

‘hey
where yr taking

my heart
wobbling

on yr
high heels

like that?’

the neighbor hides

the neighbor hides
her undies
behind tea towels
on the clothesline

tries a new six-pack of undies on

tries a new six-pack
of undies on
in the mirror

sits down with them
turns left
turns right

nice look