Pseudo Silk Kimono

Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding.
Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears.
Safe in my own words, learning from my own words, [bad word] joke, [bad word] joke.
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono
morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes.
The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind,
To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scorned,
refugee, refugee.
(Safe in the sanctuary, safe)