At first, he felt cozy in his new jacket, <br />zippered, buttoned, laced, <br />straight-laced like his attitude. <br /> <br />It had taken a lifetime <br />to conceptualize the pattern, <br />simple but elegant, <br />in black with a conservative cut, <br />always in fashion. <br /> <br />He spent his youth <br />measuring thread, <br />positioning the fabric <br />to line up all neat: <br />disorder in sartorial matters <br />breeds haphazard minds, <br />thoughts must be clothed <br />in sensible material. <br /> <br />Now the ensemble is complete. <br />He stands in front of the mirror, <br />confidently posed, <br />comfortably poised, <br />and is troubled to find <br />that his movement is restricted <br />and he is trapped in his <br />own creation.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strait-jacket/
