Seasonal: a Sunday Shoe Story

Converse "Seasonal" runners

It being the end of January it seems that we have reached the midpoint of Winter completely by accident. Knock on wood, the weather hasn’t been as bad as it could have been (apparently my standards of what constitutes “cold” have been suitably adjusted) and there don’t seem to be any freak storms on the horizon. But I’m still waiting for the day when I can bring all my regular shoes back into rotation and retire my winter clompers til next year. What, you wouldn’t want me to dirty up a second pair of white Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars now, would you?

Giving up the Ghost

Always look fabulous & never look back.

Blood & Cigarettes

Bloated face stares back at the morn.’

Lip split and ashen eyes

From a fight I didn’t ask for

But wanted anyways.

A living ghost known at my door

Or was it the demon

That I asked for

When I ringed myself with stars and blood.

Oak and sage feeding smoke

While the world drowns

In a sea of mindless torment

Of its own making.

Fix this mess?

Why is it always mine

To find the answer hidden in the Green

And the minds of men. 

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