"insole" poems
in the best places you took me
up north to that pristine beach
and south in that wild berry farm
You held me high in that roller coaster ride
covered my soles on the hazy salt farm
I loved you and held you near
You matched my dress
slow rocked my suit
and made grand my lousiest sporty top
when I chose you I had no second thoughts
when I'm with the others
I still think of you
WE are like the best team there is
but then your color started to fade
your insole started flaking
in every stride
your tongue started resisting
to every run
underneath that slender vamp
you started hurting my skin
digging deep my big toe mound
sometimes rips it open and leaves it swollen
yet I still lingered in your warmth
declining the possibilities of giving up
for I got used to having you around
no matter what the crowd
didn't want us to part
staring at you
here on Our cozy bench
I ask
until when?
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Tiptoe to the moon you wanderlust sole
Fetch the cobbler from beyond the green knoll
For I'm in need of mending this black hole
Rain down on me stardust, repair my soul
Put stars in my celestial insole
Fill this galaxy with light and resoul.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
Falling freely has become a specialty.
A long, painstaking journey from the top has become routine.
Almost as routine as tying your shoes.
Just think about it.
You take a pair of shoes out of a closet daily.
You place your left foot in the left shoe, and mirror that with your right.
Your feet familiarize themselves with the rubber insole within.
You take both laces in your hand, both possibly resembling a small, hairy animal going around a tree.
Now, instead of tying those laces, take them and make a noose.
Fixate said noose around your neck and tie it.
And whenever someone asks what the most important piece of advice you learned during your fall from the top,
Tell them this:
“If the shoe fits, wear it.”
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC