Faded blue cotton pajama bottoms

Faded blue cotton pajama bottoms


Faded blue cotton pajama bottoms
Bleach spots reduce it to teal, from scrubbing the bathroom floor before moving from the east side
         Loosely held together by good stitching after a decade
Bum sage shirt, appropriated from the guy, two guys before you
         Paint of 4 colors, two bedrooms and one canvass
         The splatters have softened to quirky accents
Loose and holey, archetypes are alive and living in my dresser
         They are the comfort of experience, a reward for living well

Some days I don’t leave their embrace at all,
their caress—washed to the point of unequaled
fussy smoothness, a suede faux finish, that has been
extracted from poverty and pain
Lust and love,
mystery and magic
and more than a few late night movies and over night books

yes, I claim satin as my favorite, silk second
shimmering depths of robust color
exquisite decadence in which I swim, bask in
I do love how they create a goddess out of me

but faded blue cotton pajama bottoms and an old bum shirt
allow memories to attend with a private whisper,
don’t intruding with obvious intention
and do not create anything Out of me
just reflect, reveal
and som