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My Ode to Chuck Taylor All-Stars (poetry)
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by
MarmaladeSkies
Fri Oct 11 2019 at 18:21:40
O ratty old kicks. O smelly ass shoes
reeking of wool socks & Florida summer.
O white laces browned like a Thanksgiving turkey.
O crease on the capped nose where the stone
wall kicked back. O charred black canvas, color
of an old dog’s paw, hazing mud & dust.
O bottom treads, the skateboard deck bloodied
you like a school bully wanting milk money.
O worn-in holes, gifting the pinprick kiss
of grass blades. O rubber gumball outsoles
that skidded on gym floors, scratched
against griptape, stamped on lime rock,
shuffled through April-colored beach sand,
grazed against the moonlit Bermuda grass
of golf courses in the late breathless night.
Converse high tops
Chuck Taylors
Doc Martens
This faceless idiot, the long-haired, peace lovin' hippie boy
Punk Dress Code
Sha Na Na
And then all that we receive
James Dean
all-stars
April 6, 2009
Chuck Taylor All-Stars
Musical Shoes: Signs of the Times
Converse All Star
Americans: Terrorist bullies?
youth
Waffle House
The 80s ended in 1995
Chuck Taylor
John, with green eyes
It's so cool to wear Nike
vision
rockabilly
X
Air Jordans