The connection of the here and now
blurs into abstract visions of orange sneakers
together with other crazy shoes, scattered over a bedroom floor.
Lost in the disarray of future pursuits,
intermixing with torn dirty t-shirts, hair gel,
bourbon cans and unfinished studies.
Longing to pound the floor boards or city streets
with the gusto of youth.
The energy of those fluoro sneakers grabbed me,
that’s how it is in the city,
a sudden attack of memory
when a stop sign gives you pause to think about orange sneakers
and their purpose.
Can you remember, as you stand there with your stop sign?
As if you’re God or something like it,
For less than a minute my mind wandered
to those fluoro orange sneakers
I wasn’t paying attention
when you turned to slow,
slow is what got us here.
You know it, I know it, feeling that strange sense of one shoe missing.
Out there, tonight
a pair of fluoro orange sneakers
with other crazy shoes
will sneak past stop signs?
Orange sneakers know this world is fast,
seconds are vital,
standout and stride to the next illusion.
Here we are losing seconds
you losing patience.
Glaring at each other
all because we failed to see the importance
of orange sneakers.