Japanese Slippers
Hey all,
something I wrote, a good 4 years ago. I just remembered it again. =)
It's not for the lit students nor analysts, I know little in pleasing the literary scholars. I simply wrote what I wanted to. Here you go.
japanese slippers
A portrait of us.
Mainly Black and White. as you are.
Or think you are.
Well, almost a portrait then. I am not that well defined.
Still, two halves of the same make, now quite seperate.
with similar blue arteries.
But memories can be cheerful.
vigenettes of two new strangers manufactured apart.
conversing across the pavement
prattling just a stride away,
never touching, never together,
but travelling parallel all the same
along shared paths.
We carved some of our own too
with nothing,
save the rise and fall of blue arteries
and the grating of our soles.
You called it magic.
Having worn our ways, and ourselves
we slap at what we walked on
till our soles are black and blue.
And plastic blue coursing in plastic veins, a little darker.
Two halves of the same make,
now quite apart.
seek we, new slippers?
| e.s.t.h.e.r in the arms of Jesus @
7/23/2005 01:46:00 am |
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