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Outside influence
I walk to think
to see clear on foot
night fitting
a paper multitude
no mine back home
where I might have gone
Poems on the topic: foot
Poems on the topic “foot” on Poets.by.
Proving the rule
too soon the feet find
one ugly song to sing
all hands in the world
grow dangerous with wear
this is not true
of the moon
Learning curve
after measuring
all inches in a foot
I learn to walk
after my appointment with the door
I stand still and suffer
no discontent
Guest worker
My papers find me
in my own house.
I show my papers
like an old bound foot.
Martial Artist
I go in secret.
The score I hear is my heart,
is for bell and wind.
Drunk, I defend myself
with a late foot.
Extreme position
My foot came to see my hand
as an impertinent echo,
a gone member, thinking how to stand—
a thing on whom no being went.
On the wrong foot
slow as an out-of-order god
melancholy as an egg
this fat country
of my foot
Reaction
Raw, I answer with war:
another foot coming
for another me
in the night, my private match
like a mouth made clean
against tomorrow.
Ode to Old Shoes
the feet seek freedom
busting the broadest toe box
splaying out for balance
in an almost gape
at the gravity of it all
and the earth’s endlessness
such a repertoire
of grounds and surfaces
for the feet to savor without ingesting
to rely upon without clinging
a lesson from the dust
of the ancestors
who would’ve gone to rest
in their best shoes
the straight and narrow ones
that pinched all through church
Heels
High heels.
Portable pinnacles
to teeter on for others’ titillation,
back arched as if on the edge
of orgasm or some lovers’ leap.
The spine loses its spring
& the feet their feeling.
Toes in a too-small toebox
jostle & twist like
a litter of kittens
tied up in a sack.
Validation
i'll write and create and twiddle my thumbs
until they're nothing but nubs
because just like the dancer
with bloodied feet
i crave to be told self-destruction is
beautiful
The Invention of Shoes
There are millions of inventions
by man
and still it goes on.
All have had and still have
a single purpose:
to make a better and easier life
for humans on this planet.
But shoes ...
the invention of the shoe was an earl one.
This damning invention -
with its tenderness,
seduced human feet so much
as to make us not to feel the craving
for fervent kisses of the earth:
the first human betrayal of land.
Millions of other betrayals came later
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