I’ve gotten lazy

stopped putting my shoes on

when walking just

so I can feel the rough pavement

because cars don’t drive here often

and the bones in my heels pound

to the

gasoline dripped streets and

the white line that separates

where we drive from where we live

but my feet can’t tell the difference

since they have walked along here

before and they are callused

I don’t feel the stones anymore

and I’ve stopped feeling the

burnt out butts of cigarettes and the

cat litter spilled by the garbage men but

my bare toes still trip

over the picket fence nails

that have fallen into the streets

because they used to hold the wood but

thats decomposed and they aren’t rusting yet

so bored, they pop tires of trucks

and get stuck in paws

but since I’m aware I notice them

and although I still trip I

don’t get bit by the fangs of last

decades façade since

separation isn’t used or

at least we wish it wasn’t but

now we don’t aknowledge it like

back then when it was clear cut spinning

like vinyl records,

either touched by the diamond or not

So my shoes lay on the street for

someone else’s feet