The other day
I drew a face
on the bottom of my shoe,
on the soul.

It was a hard looking face
with a strong chin (‘so handsome’ my mother would say)
and a stiff upper lip.
No tongue.

But there was a sad softness in his eyes.
A meloncholy something
to his monotone brow,
that made me wonder
how he felt
getting stood on
every day.



  1. chokingspirits · January 17, 2007


    and sadness.


  2. krkbaker · January 18, 2007

    You are exploding right now.
    So inspired, keep pushing; keep writing!

  3. zaphodfreek · January 18, 2007

    Sarah – Sorry if it makes you sad.

    krkbaker – Thanks. I’m trying. There’s other things,
    phrases and words, flying around in my head at
    the moment

  4. vesper · January 19, 2007

    very awesome!!! i love that you wrote “soul.”

  5. zaphodfreek · January 19, 2007


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  8. chokingspirits · January 21, 2007

    i want that type of drawing on my shoe.. but i dont want to stand on it because that will ruin my soul’s artwork.

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