• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 02

Party Shoes

I want to wear pink taffeta
Walk barefoot in the snow
chandelier earrings hanging low
With a lover in tow

Gripping the intangible every day
Brainwashed – thinking this is reality
Truth is nobody really understands

Greedy Technology gobbled our brains
Who puzzle over the unsolvable
Twisting the pieces that will never fit

A wine cork pops. The sound of modern joy
Glasses, now bottles seamlessly swallowed
The charade of invincibility

When it is finished despair returns, grips
Squeezes, every last drop of confidence
Thoughts a hollow drumbeat: weak, found wanting….

Forgetting my first party shoes
Wasting minutes and years
Red patent leather with black bows
Sunlight flicking my tears