Monday, September 14, 2009

Tread Lightly

I shouldn't absorb alcohol and post poetry, but...

Tread Lightly

From the heights of a shoe's high heel
my own heel balances
along with its mirrored mate.
Raising self & spirits up --
a Gothic thrust of spire-spine
towards the heavens
from which I surely originate.

From the heights of a shoe's high heel
my own heel drives
not down, but curved,
the swell of meat-arch -- a flesh precipice
majestically pouting its precocious placement
(the weight of the world)
on dainty toes.

From the heights of a shoe's high heel
my own heel balances...
Precarious proof of position
consummate acquisition; slight of foot.
No drunken tipsy stagger;
a giddy glide, a delicate detour.
The sideways drift of a cat.

From the heights of a shoe's high heel
I stand, elated & elevated
upon my soap box.
Delicious duplicitous platform pair --
the elegant distraction for their (former) disdain;
eloquence is all that remains.
I stride Trojan horses.

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