55 I dreamed someone was calling me to hurry up. He was high on a hill and moving fast, with head turned back, painfully watching my progress. I needed to cover my feet and was lost in a mountain of shoes. None would fit. No two would match ...
It isn't the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it's the pebble in your shoe. - Muhammad Ali
The cabbie zooms by a costume shop named Just Decide. A restaurant called Food. A leather place run by Hell’s Angels that touted a teetering lineup of hogs on the front sidewalk. Tiny, the tallest Angel, wore boots covered with retablos, buckles and buttons. Scraps scavenged from the shoes he repaired. This layer, in turn, was covered with the dust of his exploits...
A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
We harbor sorrow inside of the body. We have to expect a leak. Maybe I will learn to wear sorrow as shoes. Under the bottom of my feet, like an ancient Egyptian, drawing a likeness on the inner soles of my sandals, symbolically crushing the enemy with every step. I’ve tried and tried again and again to work through it. Over it, around it, in front and behind it. Now I’m going to work beside it and see if I can manage it...
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.
Space is vast the road is limited. Have you seen the shoe tree? With its boughs bowing and swaying with the weigh of sneakers, pumps, sandals flapping, stilettos, a golf shoe, a fuzzy chartreuse slipper, an ice skate, manolos, it become the texture of shoe ... You hit on wondering where the mates were to all those brogans. Is there is the sister tree? It is somewhere on the north-bound side, heading up Route 44 in the Mohave desert. Along near, but after Amboy, and Needles. Such an incredible landmark is wasted, seen as a mirage, you don't stop for photos. Thinking only when the tattered image is a pinpoint in the rearview mirror that perhaps the wayside shoe shrine really did exist.
How strange, when your father's wearing women's clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.
-Moon Unit Zappa