|Both Sandals Have Fallen|
I can no longer pedal this rusted bicycle
of hexagonal wheels and thorny pedals
down this dry road without my sandals.
My brown suede sandals
fell into a dimple on this road
And as I reached for them
under the reign of procrastination,
the dimple grew into an indentation,
then a hole which became a pit–
soon, the Infinite Pit of Doom.
Sandals lost, lost forever…
Feet bare and naked
to the harsh foot-unloving world
have pierced my soles,
crushing my beloved metatarsi.
Yes, they are the thorniest
My left sole aches
almost as much as my right
They suffer even after
they’ve withdrawn from the fight.
Together they scream
like a angst-filled baboon,
bringing me urges to beat them
with a tablespoon.
I struggle to discern
the formulas which my feet have bled
on this asphalt,
meaningless messages of a stunning red.
The others have reached
Stop & Shop already –
through the art of teleportation,
whereas I chose to travel on a rusted bicycle
of hexagonal wheels and thorny pedals.
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