BARK

by Mona Moore

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

achin, burnin, Manolo Blahnik addictions

Draggin themselves through the design-a streets,

beautiful sufferin’s, lookin for the latest

come-whatever-pumps, Hammer-toed hipstas,

burnin fa sensible-shoe-salvations

Who bared their calves ta the masses on stiletto nightmares

and saw Gucci Angels staggerin on escalatas,

city streets, grates of wrath

They broke their backs liftin their achilles ta the heavens

Tunnel visions! Warnin’s! Earth Shoe Hallucinations

goin down the Barkin Dawg rivas

Dreams! Adornations! Religions Cloggin the

arteries of pedestrians

Easy Spirits jumpin off their platforms, releasin

their mules, dancin their last disco dange-as

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 ta the streets

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