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sometimes i look
down at my feet
and wonder where
they might take me
will they take me
down a lane with
faces pressed to
the windows in the
houses
watching the long
thin shadow
of my body
(it hides the pudge
of belly)
the screams that
rise up like steam

i count that i
said fuck exactly
thirty-three times
as my feet came
down hard on
the ground
on the way
home
it sounded
unnatural
a breech birth
the feet clad
in dirty black
shoes do not
respond
they only
mechanically move
little slaves to
my will

i sit naked on
my bed and
try to masturbate
desire is too
little
it leaves me dry
i look to my feet
to take me away
the nails too long
and the veins
prominent
i cover their
ugliness with shoes
and disappear
into the night
perhaps i will
find desire in a moon
that trembles in
the absence of the
sun
too cold

i watch the ocean
it moves and the
froth reminds me
of the white foam
muzzle of a rabid
dog
my feet are bare
i took off those
old shoes and threw
them
my feet shiver
and it takes
over my whole
body
they need to take
one last trip
when i walk off the
edge they dangle
helplessly in the
air for a moment
and then they
descend as the
useless body
weighs them down
blood pools
they are finally at rest