I stare at shoes and see their laces
tied singly or in double-knots,
I gulp down two or three more shots
then slowly look into their faces.
My God! These men - they have no features!
Blank! Devoid of every form!
My mind awhirl and in a storm,
I am not one of these cold creatures!
Their shoes know me, call out to me,
they're safe! I know their form and shape,
their form from me cannot escape,
I turn to them eternally.