Strait-Jacket Poem by Sonny Rainshine

At first, he felt cozy in his new jacket,
zippered, buttoned, laced,
straight-laced like his attitude.

It had taken a lifetime
to conceptualize the pattern,
simple but elegant,
in black with a conservative cut,
always in fashion.

He spent his youth
measuring thread,
positioning the fabric
to line up all neat:
disorder in sartorial matters
breeds haphazard minds,
thoughts must be clothed
in sensible material.

Now the ensemble is complete.
He stands in front of the mirror,
confidently posed,
comfortably poised,
and is troubled to find
that his movement is restricted
and he is trapped in his
own creation.