empty suit

An afternoon

snaring minutes

in an empty suit

an oversize vestige

of a realm reviled

a place I lived,

some thought thrived

sipping bourbon on-the-rocks

laughing, snorting violently

boy how I could fill a doorway

Persuade you silently

eyes piercing over rims

commerce my role

my unmistakable quest for goals

dangled off hook past

fingertips' reach, unassailable

then retrograde pounce

into breach, unavailable

boy how I'd ask for the sell

Jettison the garment

it no longer fits well

it wrinkles where loose flesh

has disappeared

buckles in cinches at the waist-

a true waste- of woolen mastery

material soup-thin

like septuagenarian skin-

a thing deceased

time to entomb this empty suit

trundle roads to new territory

unhinge and unleash

salvation acceleratory

man what I'd give for a sign.