Cordwainer(Cobbler)

I pare the pale leather lurking
behind or 'neath the sole of shoe
kneading a knack for a mended
mullock to get a gaze of owl owning
the labyrinth of laces felt a foofaraw
one rope in other rope tightening tactic,
polished posterior and toe cap —

vacuum venders or passersby paint the
shoe's so(u)le dipped in dirt and doubts
meeting muses or poet's poignant persona
propounding the inked irises which churned
and now chomping the skin of sole,

it somewhere triggers and tussle my
thoughts I weave walnut wooden wool
in their insoles I collect crisp feathers
and feelings from their footsteps and
they be all smiles like a screaming syllable
or
a poem paving a hiraeth of heavenly he(art).