Auction Block

Too much stuff

You carry and keep too much stuffed inside you

This time around, I won’t carry it with you, love, I won’t!

I’ve a race car for heels, a skyrocketing soul
A heart built to withstand the truth

Hold on tight, study me, I have been set free
By my own hand — I’ve been set free!

Free to not compete with your garbage or ghosts or girlfriends

I thank God I know to no longer be content to clean your kitchen

This time around, I want your body and soul, stripped and ready

Willing to expunge the demons

Be condition-free, and the highest bidder is me

Baggage be for yesteryear

We’re older now, with fire-proof feet

Only sheer-will and brass goggles we’ll need

Take my hand, I’m leaving now, before the excuses become too loud again

I see noise in your heart spilling onto your counters
Yet life, you keep in your closet

Let it go
Let me closer

I’m leaving now

Our Out

Out of that closet
Who knew would come

Walkin’ shoes
Dancin’ shoes
Finest shoes, Country shoes

Shoes proving years of effort
Whilst acquiring
Coverings intended to serve as coats

Business coats
Helping coats
Fancy coats, Tattered coats

Coats that don’t fit anymore
But should
And shall, once we put on our shoes

We’ll learn as we come
Out of that closet