bum feet
street-beat wise
sunk in banged up shoes
previously
dumpster swiped
lean
hobo soled
holed
haloed
covered in foot funk
sock stink
grime
no blue suede shoes
snappy tassel loafers…
gamy high-top sneakers here
retro Corso’s
weary
worn down
creased
re-knotted
raced in
hiked
trod on
floppy tongues
lace escaped
like breathless dogs
panting
under strain of too much heat
almost at the end
of their 10,000 mile journey
to wherever it is
the fallen arches
on a hardluck grit’s
fried red KEDS go.
*fried shoes… Gregory Corso reference
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By NEIL BROSNAN: fried shoes
