Astrological sign of the fish, Pisces rules the feet 

Oh shoes!…how you wear me down so! 
Either defying gravity on my pointed Swan Lake toes 
or on my humbled hobo knees  shuffling for your twin   
Give me your tired   your worn…
your unlaced  well-heeled  marked-down tugboats 
drifting like smelly used dreams in the basements 
of Salvation Army and Goodwill stores 
discarded and unloved   feet—yearning to be free 
Always that scorned and vacant stare— 
this one wanted to grow up to be a skyscraper 
this one was completely worn out 
this one (boo-hoo) was only worn in 

Why can’t you all be like sandals?— 
flat and reasonable like the desert (haha) 
Like the ones Jesus wore 
when He dragged the sea across the sea.   
Imagine  my friend 
if He tried to do that in stilettos! 

O  thorn  so perfectly imbedded in my imperfect soul 
at the bottom of my unfathomable life 
you are like that old wound that never heals 
walking across all the shattered crowns of the world 
in Someone Else’s shoes 
Only…please…! 

Stop running my pavement with your slippery excuses 
that come in every broken chord of the rainbow 
Stop fishing with your subtle hook on paradoxical lines 
casting your nets with those pathetic peek-a-boo cutouts                
Stop seducing me with your arpeggios of restrained freedoms 
my cello of endless pity   Remember…we are a Pisces 
And I will always love you 

But   after all… I am   only barefoot 
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