LandingPad Buenos Aires

i puked on a man´s shoes once

it was on the subway and I was seated
taking a bad hungover on a bad ride
the air was thick and nasty
the heat scurried through my gut
my liver ached and my eyes hurt from the sight of people
as I looked down
all I saw were shoes
shiny
black shoes
sweat dripped from my brow
and the smell of bourbon seeped through my breath
my liver quivered
my stomach moaned
my head spun as I looked down at the shoes
i could not lift my head for it was heavy and aching…
the subway air filled my lungs with poison
the heat and the sound of the metal wheels on the metal tracks
grinded and grinded against my hangover
the shoes
the black shiny shoes…
i could not take one more minute
either it was die seated
or get up and see the sky…
i felt the night and its glory surging up to meet the day…
i puked on a man´s shoes once,
then got up and got off.