A Shanghai Metro Journey

 Six Feet Down

An orange wrapper, discarded on line two-

Lying on its own, beside a leather brogue.

The brogue is on its way to the Bund.

It’s healthy sheen

Reflects the world around:

Objectionable Uggs

A tissue, by a trainer

By a Gucci bag, that’s by the door.

A tired out working boot,

Steel toe breaking through its skin

Barely containing the reek within,

Skulks to one side.

Whilst a Jimmy Choo stands tall

besides a wriggling fur lined Thomas boot.

Ahhh! These are the shoes in which we live.

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About Maitiu

I am a collection of aspects. A father, a husband, an uncle, a son, a teacher, an aspiring writer, an amateur photographer, a poor guitar player, a slightly better singer... Online however I am a 365er looking to find out what people make of my personal poetic musings and my photographs. Drop a penny in an old man's hat and let me know what you think... (Leave a comment!)
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