Shoes

Shoes

A Poem by Lucas Ings

It's funny the things you remember.
I remember your laugh.
I remember how you'd raise your eyebrow at me.
And goddamn do I remember your dumbass opinions.

And it's low on the list but yeah,
I remember your shoes too.
How couldn't I?
Air Yeezy 2. "Red Octobers"

And boy they were red.
Just like october - 
Just like the wine you hated to drink - 
Just like the lips you loved to kiss - 

Just like the block outside the bodega after you left.

Your life was worth so much more than travelling West.
Your warmth was worth far more than just another cold case.
You filled a room larger than any coward's cocked pistol.

I hope they fed their families.
I hope they got an education.
I hope they silenced and buried that barrel.

At least then I'd know you were worth more than a bare wire and another kid killed for his shoes.

© 2017 Lucas Ings


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The pacing in this one is excellent. Until the last three verses, we think we are hearing a series of reminiscences. Then, suddenly, we realize it was all a buildup to tragedy. Then last line leaves us with jaws agape, for it stuns us. Very good work here.

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Added on October 30, 2017
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Lucas Ings
Lucas Ings

st. john's, Canada



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