OLD BROWN SHOES
27"x10". ACRYLIC, PLEXI, SHARPE & OLD SHOES
(SOLD - COMMISSION)
POEM:
ON MY 16th YEAR I RECEIVED OLD BROWN SHOES
OLD BROWN SHOES FOR ME TO USE.
THEY WERE BOTH WELCOME, NO NEED TO CHOOSE.
GOOD THINGS COME IN PAIRS, LIKE MY OLD BROWN SHOES. SOLITARY IS AWKWARD, AND ASYMMETRICAL.
DESTINATION TRASH RECEPTACLE.
OPTIMISTIC! NOT BORN TO LOSE.
WITH BOTH FEET SHEATHED IN MY OLD BROWN SHOES.
SHUFFLE THE WALTZ AND TAP THE BLUES.
JUST ME, THE MUSIC, AND MY OLD BROWN SHOES.
PEOPLE, LIKE LOVE, COME AND GO.
WHERE LOYALTIES LIE, YOU’LL NEVER KNOW.
DESPITE WEAR, SUN, AND EARTHLY ABUSE
ALWAYS AT BEDSIDE, MY OLD BROWN SHOES.
RESOLED, APPLY LEATHER ANTISEPTIC.
YOUR TONGUES SMILED ON UNAFFECTED.
MY TREADS CUSHION COTTAGES THAT HUG SOFT TOES.
KEEPING ME SAFE FROM NATURE’S BLOWS.
IN SADNESS, PROVIDE ME THE SOUL TO STAND.
IN JOY, MEET MY LOUD DEMAND
WE’VE COVERED GROUNDS, TROTTED AND FLEW
MY PULSING LEGS AND MY OLD BROWN SHOES.
RELAXATION, CONTEST, OR SIMPLE TRANSPORTATION.
MOST DEPENDABLE FRIENDS, LIKE LOVED PERSONAL CREATION.
BUT OH THE WOES, NOW YOUR FACE CRACKS.
THE STITCHES BUST LIKE BROKEN BACKS.
GREAT SIDEKICK TRAVELERS, YOU’VE PAID YOUR DUES.
MY WORN, WEARY, BELOVED OLD BROWN SHOES.
YOUR ORTHOPEDIC COMA, I CAN’T PULL OUT THE WIRES.
LIKE THE SUN BEAT ROAD WITHOUT THE SMEARS OF TIRES.
OH SORROW, COULD I FIND COMFORT, PASS ON TO SOMETHING NEW?
AT 26, A GAUNT LONE TRAVELER, HEAL EXPOSED TO MORNING DEW.
YOUR WRECKED ARCH CREASE. NOW MY MISSING PIECE.
CAN I TRUST, OR LOVE, YOUR DECISION AT THIS AWFUL NEWS. WOULD YOU PLEASE TAKE THE PLACE OF MY OLD BROWN SHOES.