The blue shoe on the side of the road
had me wondering who it belonged to. Yes, shoes are made for journeying, poised for leaping not yet taken. They shine with this potential right off the factory line. Yet, this orphan once so stiff when young, once a tender, warming friend with each footfall who got him through every season, every pacing bit of worries, was flung aside soles exposed, no restitch present. No one leaves behind a shoe not finished with wandering unless too loose it falls off easily, until the foot tiring of the shoe seeing a light it can only imagine, of only knowing its darkness of foot sweats and foot smells, each step a jolt and shattering underfoot, the rising and falling of the shoe so far ahead that the foot becomes a ghost limb in the wings of dust lifting around it until the errant shoe is left behind in all the backward movement.
Tic tac, tap your shoe
Tick tock, works the ticking clock Tip toe, move the ballet pointe
I led a loveless life for three days,
Found the edge of a shoe That I took to be God Turned towards it And under the sole I returned.
i never felt the need to say it
but it’s time to bid aideu. you made me feel things almost as if you unleashed a zoo i miss you sometimes but then i remember what you turned into you treat me as if i’m a shoe you wear me out until you can’t anymore but you can’t return me to the store as much as you try, i’ll never be who i was before. with this, i say goodbye and thank you i hope one day you stop acting how you do
i’ll miss you. ring me when you’re ready.
There is a goldfish
living in a shoe. Afraid to get out and see the sky blue. There is a goldfish living in a shoe. Who once lived in water which is blue.
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My choice is never final
I second guess every decision Option two again and back to one I like it but I do not I move forward my other shoe is behind.
Find a penny pick it up,
With this coin I ran out of luck... Bent down just as car drove past clipped me and now I'm Outtttttttttt… Took a while but I'm back on my feet.. what are the chances a four leaf clover and a horse shoe neat.. No... the horse shoe was still connected to the feet... I shouted four as flew through the air.... then it licked my face before that shoe stood on my piece.. I'm out the hospital, and I saw a ladder, na I'm not having that. On the outside, but I never say the black cat.. I came to, and she was there, are you an angel.. No love, You've just been served. My luck is less my future short, but ill carry on as how can it get worse, is that thunder I can hear??
There once was a man from Peru
he tried ******* with his shoe but at the wrong angle, the laces got tangled and now his junk's mangled and blue
After reading Gravity's Rainbow and all the stupid songs and ***** limericks Mr. Pynchon managed to weave into that magnificent monumental monstrosity of text, this poet just can't help but feel inspired to try the form.