In a room full of filth and my naked lady I felt something for her shoes…

Purple…one tilted on another…very lonely shoes, but howling in style…

They demanded some,what do I say…life…some animal anomaly. 

You can’t just love her ass, her hair, or other platonic shits…

You try to get your life done inside her shirts, her forest printed blanket, her stupid cups. 

You,walking down the road…and on that very moment you are dying with the urge to see her shoes or her kettle. 

I guess that’s very human like…surrealism on face of earth.

You and your lady going to listen to the humm of television and other caricatures today.