impossible socks

socks from guernsey socks of bristol ariadnes thread is a whistle steam rising higher than bi-planes arc wool damp with mud-sweat wedged into every second parcel from home a rain of letters withers a day impossible stocks hatred dreaming socks stitches several strings a colour electric as a rag picker bundle stashed in moments before a lightning flash a grenade guards the exit even the future is darned

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Anonymous said…
explorer socks made of morning mist
on the football field the wingman
pulls up his black and red banded
socks to just below his knee

socks that tell you today's expected top
white socks, argyle socks that
aren't from nana at christmas
plastic socks that crinkle when you walk

adam

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