Monday, October 26, 2009

Requiem For An Aging Shoe

I felt so new
So crisp and fully saturated

Now I am worn

A year is not a long time
Relatively, for a human
But it is for a shoe

I remember running
Being untied

I don’t even look good anymore

Take me to the gallows!
To the electric chair!
To both;
To the telephone wire!
I would rather hang, singed hourly by electricity
Like a leather Prometheus
Than be neglected
Any longer

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