Duct Tape Shoes MAG

By Mike A., San Antonio, TX

     I drift behind your dancing shadow
Barely knowing,
But in tune with the rhythm
Of your duct tape shoes.
Feeling inclined to adore
The beat of the step,
Caught in your bandages
of vintage and funk.
The music of laughter
Chiming off observations
In our path
Keeps me enthused, and constantly
singing sopranos to myself.
My muddy green chucks yearn to tango,
with your duct-taped shoes.




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i love this so much!

on Jan. 13 2012 at 7:25 am
m.s.moore SILVER, Waterloo, New York
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life is not meant to arrive at the grave in a perfectly preserved body. it's meant to skid in side ways shouting "Holy crap what a ride."

you got a giggle from me, i love this poem it reminds me of my sister. awesome job.

on Sep. 22 2011 at 3:27 pm
becomingalexandria GOLD, Rapid City, South Dakota
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Wow really awesome poem. c:


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