BARK

BARK

I saw the best feet of my gen-a-ration destroyed by heels

aching, burning, Manolo Blahnik addictions

Dragging themselves through the design-er streets,

beautiful suffering’s, looking for the latest

come-whatever-pumps, Hammer-toed hipsters,

burning for sensible-shoe-salvations

Who bared their calves to the masses on stiletto nightmares

and saw Gucci Angels staggering on escalaters,

city streets, grates of wrath

They broke their backs lifting their achilles to the heavens

Tunnel visions! Warning’s! Earth Shoe Hallucinations

going down the Barking Dog rivers

Dreams! Adornations! Religions Clogging the

arteries of pedestrians

Easy Spirits jumping off their platforms, releasing

their mules, dancing their last disco dange-ers

A Calloused Gen-a-ration, trampled by podia-tristic promises

Just don’t do it! Just don’t do it! Just don’t do it!

and once again they took to the streets