"nubuck" poems
My first pair,
Limited edition ‘05 altitude 13’s
The black mesh upper and the green sole
The stares I would get just for having them
There’s a story behind every pair
From 1’s to 23’s
The anticipation of getting close
to the release date
Feeling the actual shoe on the foot
for the first time
The feel of the leather, the suede,
The nubuck, the netting
and the carbon fiber,
The color way and the uniqueness
Oozing from every little detail
Owning a total of 20 pairs of Jordans
At once feels like nothing.
It becomes an addiction owning them.
Taking care of them as if one little smudge
Will be the end of the world.
The way the laces link together with the shoes
Like a spider's web
The sneaker talk with another sneakerhead
It flows off the tongue like sweet honey
I will forever have a passion for my sneakers.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
my knuckles are a sandpaper
stained with cherry wine
a muddied grape metacarpal
as talented as the devil,
yet naive like a child
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
harrogate in the rain.
cheap umbrella broke,
a delightful shade of pink,
abandoned.
abandoned the street
for the parlour, the crown.
mourned my shoes, wet
and ripping.
dripping
white nubuck.
watched the trees,
falling leaves.
good coffee
opposite
the pumproom.
harrogate.
sbm.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC