If the Shoe Fits
Someone else walked out of the desert,
looked at the City,
left his old life behind in a dumpster,
slipped on his new identity
and quietly walked away....
A third guy,
some kind of saint,
use to walk down by the river,
and when he would see a fresh body floating by,
would crawl up inside of it
and quietly walk away.....
This last guy was hard on his bodies.
He had to do a trade every so often.
You might see him down by the big rivers.
I don't know what he looks like.
An everyman I guess.
An anyone.
4 Comments:
Other than the one typo (use for used), this is a terrific piece. It's disturbing in just way I like!
Thanks for the comment! I kind of like being disturbed now and then.
i love this poem, it reminds me of myself.
Thanks Dee....are you the shoe person or one of the others?
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