Hermes Shoes

My shoe squeaks down the hall.
Screaming lightly with each foot fall ,
And with what piercing shrieks it sighs.
My shoe under such pressure will meet demise .
A more just sacrifice cannot be found.
My shoe a hero, will be sonnet bound.

What the sun kissed

I'm the boy in the burnt-orange graphic-t with a bull on the front blowing bubblegum a hornet slowly approaching with its razor-pin sting, sitting on a park bench enjoying the good weather -watching other students scramble, getting kissed by the sun.
     The girl with purple streaks in her raven hair walked past the pinstriped youth kicking the sun with her skull marked sneakers. The bald man in the green tweed had light reflecting off his head- silver loop earrings that he's worn since 1987. The sun blazed off of the home torn and time worn jeans , an echo of levi dreams . Then the professor with bursting briefcase and Victorian blouse beckoned them all in , synchronized with the hourly crying of church-bells.We regretfully went inside, saying goodbye to the sun - unsure of when we would next meet.

Wishies

All we need is a little sunshine-
we the dying sunflowers-
who are always so desperate to whither and reach nirvana-
to be free, and carry prayers into the wind.

Frankenstien love complex

Some of us are brave enough to try to create beauty.
Like the late-great Frankenstein, whose creation destroyed him.
We place our hands upon various arts, bending the laws of science and love.
Maniacal masterminds of our own demise,
we build babel towers and hug hand grenades.
Ever accepting of our next failure we push on hoping for new hope and insight.
We care about that which we shouldn't,
and let our misguided obsessions damage us over and over again.
We get no second chances,
but never accept failure.