Vernon Scannell


The Men Who Wear My Clothes - Poem by Vernon Scannell

Sleepless I lay last night and watched the slow
Procession of the men who wear my clothes:
First, the grey man with bloodshot eyes and sly
Gestures miming what he loves and loathes.

Next came the cheery knocker-back of pints,
The beery joker, never far from tears,
Whose loud and public vanity acquaints
The careful watcher with his private fears.

And then I saw the neat mouthed gentle man
Defer politely, listen to the lies,
Smile at the tedious tale and gaze upon
The little mirrors in the speaker's eyes.

The men who wear my clothes walked past my bed
And all of them looked tired and rather old;
I felt a chip of ice melt in my blood.
Naked I lay last night, and very cold.


Submitted by Andrew Mayers


Comments about The Men Who Wear My Clothes by Vernon Scannell

  • (11/20/2007 6:59:00 PM)


    Cracking poem. Rest in peace, Vernon. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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