naked

i lop topknot posturing
and shave make-believe bare

undo the weave of martyrdom
and pare the tragedy of broken nail

i’m done with jewel-encrusted cuffs
dark bespoke and self-inflicted shoes

and rip asunder the numbered shirt
the agenda halter and macho cup

wipe the box of vitamins grin
Cheshire cats are for Wonderland

step out of sweats and gingerly peel
trying too hard to look young spandex

i let addenda slouch and swing
and skeleton mercifully heave

naked i came and naked leave

20 thoughts on “naked

  1. Ah, yes, that point when we realised what is true in life and at last dispense with the trappings that we are told we need. Very well put, John.
    My best to you
    Chris

  2. Brother John – Guess one of the benefits of age and experience is the freedom from pretense as you so eloquently express in this poem. Love the rhythm and imagery of your language. Especially liked:

    i lop topknot posturing
    and shave make-believe bare

    and,

    wipe the box of vitamins grin
    Cheshire cats are for Wonderland

    and especially,

    i let addenda slouch and swing
    and skeleton mercifully heave

    naked i came and naked leave

    This is freedom indeed.

  3. Well done, John, and loved the imagery you portray, especially, “trying too hard to look young spandex.” Growing older is better than the alternative, but, oh, to be young again. 🙂
    Hugs, Lauren

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