Wednesday, October 12, 2011
HNT: BARE YOUR SOLE
first, click on the old boot for #2 in the series
THEN, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE
eating, carving up an old shoe sole like in those old-timey cartoons,
using knife and fork,
i recognize my time is short.
watching the "barricade" music video from the band Courage My Love
i come across my symbol of true freedom:
those guys in the band, childhood friends forming a musical connection,
living young while still really young is really living,
making all the drug and sex mistakes while your body is still strong
ensures you a legacy even if you die suddenly...
or by your own hand.
yesterday, as the sun broke through the week's clouds,
it all came broken.
i sauntered on up to the deli counter ready to make my move--
the hot blonde who served me a sandwich there last week--
last week i initiated words, a conversation, and we joked casually:
we ended with a "take care" and a "see you next week".
but she's not there today, instead a cold-eyed woman gives me the stark news
as SHE, not my blonde love, prepares the ugly sandwich:
Blonde has been fired, i am cursed,
all that i speak to withers and dies.
that sandwich last night tasted not of ambition and hope, but of doom.
i've found that i am more naked than ever
as i bare my clothes...
so, now to you. where are your favorite places to get naked?