Strap 'em up tight,
it's time to go out
into the night.
glimmering with its neon
hiding demagorgons in their midst.
Laced to the top,
tight upon my calves
I rise to meet this clever evening.
This time it's different
This time I walk with determination
I take the path that I wish to travel
spending money on things
that can never be bought--
shopping as if on a spree
of endless possibilities,
smorgasbord of opportunities. . .
Yet, when I'm done, instead of spent,
it's rich, I feel...wealthy
stealthy, sexy, satisfied.
Walking in these boots has
never felt so safe, so certain,
Such a perfect fit
these feet have never known.
Tired, I take these feet up
to the 2nd floor, back to my flat.
"Have u seen my new boots?"
I cry out, as I fall onto the unmade bed