Boots

A city girl’s eyes atop two braziers

Eyes flying on a stalag leather jag and heels

Flying on a dream of penitence and force

A dream with elevators wrapping the thigh

A wry dream of innocence in the prevalence of a style

A common dream whose fall from the mold yet arches the long legs taller

A Luftwaffe of a dream of achievement through the penance implied by crime

A knowing joke of complicit endurance

In which there is no joke, and there is no sex, and there is no horror

3 thoughts on “Boots”

  1. sorry, the line didn’t show in the last comment for some reason. the line being referenced is “A knowing joke of complicit endurance In which there is no joke, and there is no sex, and there is no horror”. again, goddamned great.

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