My Leather Jacket
DemonSpawn
Date:
13/02/2005
Brown-black leather,
sun-softened, grazed and
stitched-in padding.
The lining had a nervous breakdown
and came undone some time ago.
Unravelled threads
comb the sleeves,
waiting to snare an unwary
finger or thumb.
Hours of road-sweat,
with highlights of floral perfume,
underlaid with stale smoke
beer, petrol, and vomit.
My close companion
as long as the sun shines,
and longer.
The cats rub themselves
in it, and
bask in its fragrance.
They make love to it
when it's dropped
on the floor,
damp, used,
spent for the day,
like its owner.
