Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Kit Kelen #1315 - trompe l'oeil (live in a shoe)

1315
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?

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