| Shoes sit
erect like a pair
of tamed pitbulls.
This morning
their sturdy stance
greet me
warm--feverish,
the naked meat
of my body
throbs then limps.
Shoes overwhelm
me. They stand
proud--
shoelaces sprawl
over the bulging
leather; rubber
base enthroned
on the narra trunk;
gold holes staring
at me like rust. |
