#sandals
Socks and sandals a fashion faux pas?
I've been told that its an unspoken law.
Whether they're thick or thin, woolen or silky.
As long as they hide feet so pale and milky.
Not only do they keep my toes toasty warm.
But cover those hideous and unsightly corns
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
Littlest things I'm thinking of you, avocados, toast, a shirt you'd wear, my tears they spout at socks and sandals, my life I have no clear handles.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
Leaving them on the sand dunes of reflection,
staring into sunsets of yesterday.
Longing the feel caressing between toes,
waves ebbed closer to my heart....
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
The sands of El Dorado
Lash my tongue under tarp;
Wishes born something golden,
Fried eggs under beds
And homes, abodes in progress,
One peso at a time –
A tale and tear with every grain,
An allowance and granted only
Broken window.
The ragged lump of pillow
Where I now taste time,
Reeks of mescal with my
One white elbow
Tapping one bronze elbow;
Distant, under woven wanderings
And tattered dreams of parents
Wishing well – come subtle guilt,
Whilst the roofs of a prior Tibet
Tap atop my tether.
And while I ponder what strums –
Atriums, tempest and tubular,
I also reckon in what it means to be
Held and held alike
So that I can protect
And protect alike;
She’s waiting for me in “before”
And in Mexico, in the “now,”
So much sooner the past.
So to sooner, broken the future.
And so mothers will cry in kitchens,
Others laugh come the next fool
And yet others, abandon others
So that soon, recklessly soon, my feet
Make a wonderful twist toward away;
But at least I’d had this sunset –
Something to ride off into like the
Liquid dreams off a furrowed brow
And at least we’d had “we” on more time.
Just one more time.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC