Like my favourite pair of pointees, watching right back at me, whispering "pick me, pick me.."

I picked you, after a long troubled walk on streets where lights were dim, I picked you, as your leather looked shiny and thin.

I picked you, who lay there without a hitch, I picked you, thinking there'll be no further confusion or glitch.

Unaware of the material tags you bare,
but you seemed so nice on my first wear to further care.

There was no question of competition, you become my favourite red pair without inhibition.

I'll stand tall in you and your fine body sleek, you knew my cold feet needed some heat.

I bought you, my favourite pair, with love, no despair.

You were 3 inches? but in time you caused such pain, you started wearing out in the time to the silly rain.

Slicing my skin from within, came along funny pricking pin.

Red love wise? or a trade off to beauty than a smart wear in disguise?

A little did I bleed here and there, but **** you'd care..Since you were mine I wasn't scared, I just couldn't get you off my stare.

I would try to match a dress just to put my feet in you, I'd give mom funny reasons unlikely to be true.

I wore the pain around as you made me feel all pretty, tall and somewhat right.

I put bandages then, while you hurt me with your touch of leather edgy might.

More tight..? I refuse, you leave a mark like a permanent bruise, but I loved you, I wanted to keep you and that wasn't any news.

Your memories even today remain loved and intact, as I put you back in the box that's tightly packed.

Saying a goodbye to my crazy act, I roam bear feet now than putting my feet through another short wrath.

Brown eyes like liquid
set afire by the sun
swimming with curiosity
drowning in temptation
I spot this wet, dripping boy
on the edge of the pool
I rest with my face
buried in my warm arms
as I float in the pool
my eyes follow you
as you begin running
for the dive
Splash
with a rise of bubbles
you're floating beside me
a crooked, toothy grin you wear
your liquid eyes flow into mine
as you let a simple word
float from your wet lips
"Salut"

Starry eyed chipmunks stuffing
adorable cheeks like eyes wide
Don't dig farther than you have to you
stupid animal
Kick to the ribs and electrons
weep in my frontal cortex hot why
I don't know why I do the things I do
Blankness -
I wake up. Stuff happens. Repeat.
Sometimes I talk. Why?
Sometimes I think. Why?
Daylight blends into ideas, erasing
and replacing - and by the time its Friday
It's become a blurry greyness -
and I'm not alone.
No, I think this mind has a mind of its own,
I think - this mind has a mind, yes -
of its own, I think - no -
I don't know much about particle physics
or gravity
I hardly know of Mathemathics or read,
as I should, at least -
at least, I can enjoy the drama
The drag the envy the drab
The colors the lights the shiny white
teeth of beauty!
Fess up, - slate cold barrel of Justice between his Bondish villainous eyes -
We know where you hid the diamond!
I just want to shut the **** off.
But I don't.
I watch. And I listen.
And I search. And I vision.
Another round?
No thanks. I swear it feeds the demons in your intestines, sweetheart.
I fear, selling this, had to be an art

The moon does more than pull the tide,
it pulls on insides too.
It twists intestines into knots while causing monsoons on the other side of the world;
a swirling pool in the stomach of a girl.