hanging shoes

2 shoes 

hanging

2 wires

horizontally placed,

vertically swaying 

in your mouth,

a piece of hay

the sidewalk,

littered empty,

is cracking

you're looking up 

the laces

are rusting

there is nobody around

and you think-

you must have it all wrong

it's the sidewalk that's rusting, 

the laces,

cracking,

fall

down so heavily,

you have time to dive over

so they land onto your 

tongue

falls

off

     -sets your story

blank pages envelope 

your body

their burnt ashes, skinny

your back

feels heavy you

fall your corpse

like a shirt folding

or a feather

sinking 

around you,

lonesome 

skies 

dawning

i come and look at you

folded there on the sidewalk

the street is utterly empty 

the weather is a harsh, dry heat

the houses with no people, made of clay 

i can hear a tumbleweed

rolling

under a distant vulture

that is not speaking

i say nothing

i just keep looking

not breathing, not being

i just keep looking

around me, 

lethal 

snakes

drying

all around me, 

lonesome 

skies

dawning