Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled
affectionSpontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire
insideBurning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of
his sweatshirt"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get
hurt!"I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across
my cheekUntil my mom denied me access. I bawled for weeksWe
don't speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear and
loathingNow I wear this clothing...like it's an extra layer
of old skinAfraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years
that I've had itFound abandoned on the stairs to the
atticCollecting runaway skin cells...absorbing memoriesIt's
been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by
enemiesBorn in the 70's of the 20th centuryMaking that
distinction is for future reference...In case y'all
remember meAnd my genesis. What's most important is to
remember thisWomen and men are pissed. When they kiss they
exchange spit that is venomousMost of it is affection-less and
the affects of this has us quick to clench a fistDon't get
fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisceI'm
sentimental and I miss what used to be close to meor maybe
I've just got OCD and I can't break my old
routinesHopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies
inside from head to toesInstead of symbolizing
clothes...identifying with outside symbols...Cut out the middle
man...But my woobie is in demand...I'm feeling like a kid
again."It protected me from the wind, sea and sandSanity was
saved from the crazy cemetery walksAnd every awkward moment
spent talking with the Boogie ManMan...managed unconditional
comfort. As I've come to understand...The monsters are
under my bed again...The monsters are under my bed
again."*Dedicated to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt
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