WHILE THEY MATTER
The shoe store, as I watched was being crowded
with sneaker kids - some new model of this or
that was just being released this morning. I couldn't
believe what I saw at all. Not at all. Like some
battlement in a Lou Reed song. New York radio.
Alongside the doorway they'd posted some guard,
who looked like a knicker kid in dumb-guy dress,
who hadn't even awoken yet. Nor been awakened.
Well, maybe he was a Woken - some new breed
of sneaker-dude. Guard in name only, I don't think
he could eat a tuna fish sandwich, let along conduct
a crowd towards its bliss. How's it go, and what is this?