Dear Floozie Shoes: Susan Maria Rowley

I have tasted another classic miracle
seen the purple twisted tail go by
so utterly fantastic
it feels
to be in the presence
of the master-less sandals
sashaying about on
the boarded-up prairie field
wantonly waiting
for the trolls to peep out
and beg for manna
and gleaming crystals
to hoard
listlessly longing
for long-legged floozies
in red platform shoes
to transform
the madness
I mutter to the mirror
and the lampshade morphs
into a jaguar’s snort
while bananas rain
out of my love pickle’s eyes
so hard he tries
to birth
golden vibrations
in the universe
hold fast my sheath
whilst I draw the anthem
and switch your phasers
to stun