A Pair Of Shoes

I travel the soapy shore

With a ship and a shoe

The other shoe floats away

Into the sea of memories.

If I weave a bag or satchel

Full of words and dreams 

Remember to burn me 

In the relentless rain 

Of a Summer of desired dawn 

Where I bask my naked self.

My casual lovemaking acts

With acrylics and nudity 

Has been hated by smarter folks

Yet I go on rampaging my sins.

Curse me for my violence

In a world made of wood

The shards of my past shall vent

Into my heart, blazing and crude.

The shoe in the sea 

Drowns somewhere 

within the tides 

Nobody cares to know 

About its existence or it's life.



The other pair remains 

Lost in lonesome days

To stay buried all alone 

Within the buried shores

Of lost space and time.