a shoelace reads your footsteps
loops curling like a prophecy
steps gather meaning in the dust
fortune at your feet
My shoelace is no longer tight.
A simple task to put it right
but I cannot bend so to do
for my balance is undone too.
Slowly I must walk up the street
hoping somewhere to find a seat
or a low wall to sit upon
to make my shoelace tight again.
But it seems there is nowhere
for me to do simple repair.
I head back home with much caution,
taking care not to fall again.
My shoelace is now once more tight.
A simple task to put it right.
the new shirt with an unironed crease
the slice of thorn against thumb
ear against the bass speaker
whispering at the shadows
hoping something appears
My business is are
Hold the lunar for a tic
my mad has never been ness
no iota of the id
people are
strangled
if your a strangler
your faces are ugly
did you get them on loan
We of the ird
Pass me by
as you stare at the street
one of us was lucky we didn't meet
Every day Sparkles
Plays with a shoelace
It could be short or long
I giggle it she catches it
Or pulls it on the floor
She would jump on it
Sometimes she plays
alone
Yet most of the time
We play shoelace together
Several times every day
They’d never been tied, forever were loose,
Whenever she walked around,
Always flapping all over the place,
Flip flopping all over the ground,
Without a care for the boots they were on,
Not caring for their job to be done,
Not caring if she walked around really slow,
Or if she sped up to a run,
Until, one day, they both ran away,
Both laces caught a plane off to Rome,
Where they both laced through a beautiful shoe,
In a place that they now call home.
That first text
was blessed by
the all father Odin himself
Two of his sons
bound Together
by a green shoelace
in the park of my heart
Thor's lightning bolts
sparked Between the
Sheets of my bed
I was in utter bliss
feasting in Valhalla
with the Valkyries dancing around us
But my 15 minutes of fame was up
he only leaving behind
his green shoelace
Like mistletoe defeated Boulder
I was strung up by
your green shoelace
But a few weeks has passed
I found yourself in my bed again
and Thor's Sparks flew once more
So I fell in love
but I fell so hard
I found myself in Hel's hall
Ragnarok was upon me
Fenrir was fighting Odin
Jormugndr was eating Thor
I had to stop it
I had to be reborn out of Yggdrasil
And so I was murdered
by your
green shoelace
A shoelace, one that snags and tears when you try to tighten your shoe too tight.
Who would have imagined,
could be a tool used to take my daddy's life.
Alcohol and drugs, a swirl of depression and a mindset of bamboozlement
Leaving what was once a brilliant artistic mind,
now second guessing his sanity.
Put so much faith into a women who made her life hustling,
transparent to all but him.
Would leave him alone, with his drug induced thoughts of self loathe.
While she scampered the streets, and was more enthralled with a "john".
One night was his breaking point, concocting a delusional plan to recapture the harlot's attention.
Was it a cry for help, and attention? Was it an induced hebetude.
Sitting cross legged as indians would, a simple shoelace placed around his neck.
Waiting hours and hours for her to return, to see him in this desperate state.
The effects of the drugs and alcohol had taken its toll, his eyes heavy...
He leans forward, the shoelace does not give way.
I will never know if it was suicide or a drunken stupor!
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