I see a lot of boots, but I see no horse riding
boots treaded like tires and no one’s going hiking
heels off the ground, so high, reaching for nothing
clicks carry away concentration fading it to nothing
Clothes are shrinking, from knee to thigh high deep
breathe, don’t hold your breath, the dive ain’t deep
I see what I am supposed to imagine, what I imagine
is no longer fantasy but a vivid hodgepodge, imagine!
I am in a world of my own, anything worth a red cent?
everything is nonsense, because nothing is nonsense
nothing’s a sin, everything is scenic after it has been seen
what a scene? Am Alice, am in a fashion wonderland sin
PANTS: 1960’S VINTAGE