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trompe l’oeil
for Oscar Balajadia
live in a boot
some ogre tossed
nail stuck through
and we tied it on there
there was an old woman before
beat her kids, nasty
some ogre must have beat her before
rumour anyway
long gone, the lot
just me in the shoe now
they’ve all cleared out
doesn’t smell like old socks
not anymore
I live in a shoe
way way past the ends of the road
place is over-the-rainbow far
you wouldn’t know the creatures
and you can’t remember here
bury my head
nobody sees
all in pyjamas here
no time in a shoe
but the years have gone by
it’s like you’ve arrived
here we’re as far as feet could fly
just me
the shoe is full of pictures and books
imagine an age of giants and anger
toe hole for a door
piano staircase inside
wild colour
everybody’s dreaming
pants all on fire
do you think it was something I said?
take out the laces
and a breeze comes through
of course it’s fresh in winter
some days cupboard bare
dew damp
shuffle up close by the fire
many among the living won’t see
seems like an accident but it’s not
picnic behind
big party last night
some said that old woman
was merely a mouse
there’s a broom chase
up to the top of the clock
and there was the case of the carving knife
it’s a retirement village
everyone here’s got the boot
guess it’s just me
I’ll probably kick the bucket with this
extraordinary luck they tell me
to live in a shoe like this
it’s where I write the poem
paint the picture
draw inspiration
sing, I play guitar
people see just a boot
if they anything at all
but you can tell
can’t you
where I’ve vanished?
how the road goes on
without we two
I live in a boot
don’t you?
Down a rabbit whole, what you do... +++
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