Shoes, Jackie and Matt
August 3, 2011Good luck to Jackie Hagan and Monkey Poet Matt Panesh, as they ascend the stairs to Edinburgh.
I had a wonderful night performing (no PA once again, by the way) at the debut of their comedy show, at the Night and Day the other night. Thankyou, you two. I live to fill a room with nothing.
Meanwhile in Iron Mountain, I’m recording a stuck vinyl for a short piece about a pair of shoes. Below are the words. Be well, everyone
Shoes
There’s a little pair
Of shoes, over there
Black
The toes of them
Curled up
From walking
They rest,
Now, together
How do they rest together
One is the opposite of the other,
But they are both the same
They disagree so well
They are masters
Of servitude
Even they have a shadow, you know
Empty of longing as they are
Hollow, so;
So, fulfilled
Paired so perfectly
On the other side of my still
Quiet floor,
A little pair
Of black shoes
They won’t even mock
My mucky white jabbering
Looking all around, as I do
And mostly, only looking,
After all, to go looking
Some more
But them
They don’t even do
Let alone the looking
We do
We all do
They need not,
Those shoes
Lovely, lovely shoes
When your step is the stamp
That crushes an ant
Into sand
You will still be innocent of it, and
You will still stand
Together
May you live
Forever, damn you
Shoes
I may paint myself black
Scoop out my bits with a spoon
Curl up my toes, lie down
Next to you
Call me a thing
So I might have no thing
To do
Or not
Do
But best of all, so
I might not know
One
From two