FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: SCHOOL SHOES Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words school and/or shoe, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on August 16th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: School Shoes will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, August 17th between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Sunday, August 11, 2024

Alex S Johnson

Fits of a Fortunate Son


The schoolboy put

his shoes

on

stiff and new

as they

were


They hurt his feet. He missed

the old, comfy, scuffed

oxfords that

he mucked around in


While hazarding the slings and

yarrow stalk bastards of

schoolmates in the pent up

frenzy of childhood. Up till


Now he was 

comfortable in

his own hide


The skin sloughed off. The boy 

stretched into

something new and 

odd. His vision 

blurred from


Too many nights alight with the flame

of 

reading


Seeding the desire to place

words

in front of

words

in front of


Verbs

Nouns

Adjectives

Pronouns...


He internalized the rules

at least the ones that

mattered. He even mastered the conceptual,

such terms as

caesura

and

salad days


His craze for 

Hunter T. and William S.B. 

accompanied

crusted

jeans

and

other


Slippery

shower 

accidents.


He leaned in at night to his

radio and learned 

the ways of

jazz and

rock and roll


The beat went on


He grew his hair long,

disdainful of the hoots and hollers

shoved in the mud

bloodied some


He kept his 

adolescent 

eyes 


On 

far skies.


One day

to make it

unpacking his word horde

before


The 

World


No matter what it took.


School days are over for

this one.




A Mile in My Shoes 


Cool shoes

cruel shoes

tried and true shoes

Goody two

timing 

bitch 

wait that was bitter and threw off my

metrics.


Hold on, let me regroup.

Tie my thoughts together

make the

double

loop 


Ok I'm back

swiftly striding the sidewalks of


London

Paris

New Orleans

Virginia Beach

Los Vegas

Los Angeles

New York City

Oslo, Norway 

Atlanta

Daytona Beach

Sacramento

San Francisco


I probably missed one or two


Unlike Prufrock, eager and 

prepared to

eat that

Peach

with juices running

down my cheeks 


(Never a complaint from the ladies)


and do I dare disturb the universe?


Fuck yeah

I dare indeed


Hoofing it powered by

Athena Nike 


Until disability

brought me to my knees


I can still lurch along

in my own way


To the beat of my own drummer

humming an original song


A real sexy Gregor Samsa

with a yen for forever fun


The book has not been written yet

the journey's but begun. 


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