how many pairs of shoes have been worn to nothing

in my constant pursuit of escapism

buy them by the dozen

mastered the art of changing mid step

nothing better than fresh kicks before being kicked to the curb

vans and doc’s left on the side of the road like so many lost chances

follow the trail of shoes and broken dreams down the highway of misplaced affections

playing hide and go seek yourself

duck duck dodge

tighten the laces and make tracks into the woods

just another victim of circumstantial antedoctal effervescence

earbuds in and something with a pulse pumping as i punk rock sasquatch into the woods

vanish like i was never here

i’m not good enough to love but i’m smart enough to run away before anyone else notices

there is nothing to be here

just discarded shoe boxes and emptier promises of something

something that may have never existed

cryptozoological mysteries of the broken hearted