The Howling Shoe

The Shoe

It sits precariously

Toe over the ledge

Teetering

Off the building that reaches so high into the sky

Poking gingerly at the Wolf moon

The shoe sits there as

Eternity land and reality land slowed to a halt

For years and years, halted

All alternate realities ceased to exist and stared precariously

Through two sided window mirrors built into the building

That scraped the sky

With onlookers peering out anonymously

Eating popcorn

Watching the show with anticipation

The Shoe

It is in Limbo land

Limbo Land is the movie — hell on the mind and body

Go left, Go Right, Up, down?  Stay put, leave, push the shoe?

Indecision nether land, not knowing or deciding

In the only reality land left

Limbo Land

The shoe and her soul are on a high wire without a choice

The gawkers are waiting for the

Shoe to Drop

Eagerly watching as if life were a movie

In the movie, the lead actress,

she’s looking up the windowed sky scraper from the ground

The frigid, cold, dry air penetrating her lungs

As exhaled steam rolls out of her nostrils

Reflections of the moon and

The Wolf, on top of the building

Standing over the shoe

Powerful legs, paws, and shoulders pushing down on the ledge

The shoe between them, still teetering

He is staring down with penetrating eyes

Seeing through the darkness and space

And searching to shed a fake reality

And repressed emotions

A reality the wolf is yearning to leave behind

The Wolf, it wants reality land

A pack that is on its side, helping and connecting

Something it doesn’t have in the now time

So, The Wolf, it kicks the shoe off the top

Decision made for all to see in movie land

Kicked Limbo Land in the ass

With trepidation, though

There’s no happiness or anger at booting the Shoe

But the Wolf, he boots it, nonetheless

The audience sits up in their seats, they stop chewing their popcorn

Their eyes widen, pupils dilate and focus

Eyebrows lift as the forehead skin wrinkles in concentration

A howl emits a melody that penetrates the air

Head lifted up, powerful legs holding the building down

With it’s snout, long and pointed, up up up

Tickling the universe and black matter and space and stars

He opens his powerful jaw and emanates a

Sad, long, deep and guttural wail-howl that

Sends shivers down all the backs of those in earshot

The entire city

and causes their nipples to erect as the

Hair on arms pokes up, full of mental electricity

At the thousand reflected wolfs on the mirror windows

All howling in unison

Wolfs don’t cry, but this one is crying

From it’s voice that slices the city, the lights,

The souls of eardrums who are in it’s wake

The howl of howls weeping loudly

It fills the shoe with despair that adds weight and speeds the decent

Of the Howling Shoe

As gravity does its thing

Pulling the object down against its will

She looks up with those pretty brown eyes

With bags under them and hidden tears

And subdued emotions

And fear of the future and loss of control

Those eyes and face stare, out of focus but see’s something coming

A distant object growing larger and larger

She hears the howl faintly at first, as the shoe barrels forward

She stares as it plunges and rolls and flips down down down

The laces, they are flapping and poking up as the wind batters forcefully

Fraying the string as it gains speed

It’s lIke a 5000 Ton train steaming downhill with no brakes

Gravity still doing it’s thing, with purpose

The Wolf horn is screaming and blaring it’s warning

A warning that’s been on the horizon for years

The howl is louder and louder than ever now

She can hear it now, clearly

The shoe, filled with sorrow but with intention

A tear, it forms in one eye, rolls down her cheek

As the howl penetrates her ear canal and triggers reality

The sound waves push thru to the hearing hairs that vibrate signals

to her brain where the howl sound comes into clear focus

The signals are instantly transmitted deep into her bone marrow

Into all of her souls and feels

And she screams and cries as the shoe, it comes into focus

Howling relentlessly towards her

It’s essence exudes

Reality

It drops on her forehead, smashing her hopes and dreams

The white picket fence shatters and the grass turns brown

The Jones’ across the street won the battle of the yards this time

The Wolf, looking down, closes it’s jaw slowly

But the sound

It echos and survives through the night

And its tears drop on the mirrors

Mirrors that are distorted with frozen sadness

The Wolf slowly turns, head first with body following

In slow motion, out of sorts, but with purpose

It’s tail between it’s legs, head down and senses dulled

But it moves onward to face the future without it’s pack

It’s howl gone

For now