Scott Malby on the Other Side of the
Jackets
Wrinkled in rows, they are the lonely ones.
Old maids, threadbare and despondent.
Lost in a world of dark forgotten closets.
Dreaming of broad shoulders. Thin hips.
Reenacting in their limp minds the cruelty
of their betrayal and the electrifying ecstasy
that comes when absent minded fingers
fondle their weathered skin. Their greatest
fantasy unfulfilled to be used and treated
roughly till they wear out.
© Copyright Scott Malby 2004