stripped away


got stripped away






there was nothing


not even dignity

just cold empty air

& now

you wonder why

I carry confidence

everywhere I go

when you’ve been left

with nothing

you learn


is an up


scree scree scree scree

the music of pickers

heard in the thrift stores

scree scree scree

scratching of thin metal hangers

on fat chrome rails

pulling the clothes on & to

searching for labels

anything high end



that can be sold on through

make a few bucks

pay the habit

pay the man

pay the bills

churned out to vintage stores

in a bundle blanket

for them to sell on

to folks who’d never

grace the thrift

& the losers here

are you & me

with high end taste

& low money

da club

you know where it is

who goes

gets included

& know for sure

who gets through the door

& more importantly

that you won’t

not a question

of clothes manners money


are you one of them?

went to the right schools

colleges university

on the back of daddy’s

foundation family funds

in a line going back in history

the in crowd

made clear

because you

are not there

wake up

what the eyes don’t see

the signs were all there

the nights

extra care on the lipstick

picking clothes to wear

overtime at work

weekends with his friends

fishing trips with no fish

all the money gone

lift in the steps

brighter being

the eyes

choose to avoid

but we all knew

could see these changes

hoping they would wake up

before we had to tell them

big changes were coming

dress sense

how I dress has nothing to do with you

grey socks

black drawers (as all the best outlaws do)

black jeans

t shirt

maybe an overshirt

weather permitting

& none of that is about you

is just me being comfortable

the dress code

for I don’t care for fashion

your mad ideas on taste

it is function over form

if you like

& if you like that’s good too

& if you don’t

I don’t care much about

how you dress either…