When shoes and socks collide the sound of death
is what you hear. And what does death sound like
you ask? Well, it sounds like the heaving breath
of a smoker riding fast on his bike
down the street at a million miles per hour.
You would think of shoes and socks colliding
as nothing major, but the sweet and sour
odor of the socks with the fermenting
sweat in the shoes makes an odor of life,
of the odor of living things. So there
you have it, the sound of death with its wife
the odor of life, all of it laid bare.
Take off your shoes and socks and make them crash,
take in the sound and odor as they bash.
"Shoes and Socks" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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