Our poor feet step on the ground while the whole world steps on them. They are put in torture devices and their often-overweight owners demand they trudge all over Creation. Truly, it is They who are the Downtrodden.
“Tatum and Shea” is an intersection near where I had my taxes done. Perrier is a naturally effervescent water, which I imagine would at 104 degrees be a perfect dipping sauce for a pair of tortured feet.
shakespearean sonnet: shoddily shod soles at stake
erosion of the soles accelerates
through stepping through the asphalt and the gravel
and soul-erosion also lurks and waits
when apathy makes empathy unravel
the thinness of the foot-to-harshness barrier
exacerbates the feel-the-sharp acuteness
like little fangs of lilliput-ish terrier
it worries tender flesh kaputs astuteness
some stubborn souls indulge in masochistic
beyond-the-expiration-date foot-manglement
and put their soles at stake with unholistic
unholy and yet holey wound-entanglement
physician heal thyself and strider likewise
or lose thy chance at heaven heart- and hike-wise
One with Clay, Image and Text 