slippery lips draw back
over gritty teeth
and an old shoe
sunk into sand and
filled to overflowing with
giddy surf,
features hard
in moonlight
and city night.
somehow I know
like I know my legs,
sandy and salty...
somehow I know
that this shoe has
the most unaccountable lyric past....
Tuesday, January 01, 2002
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