shell

 license to old, weather-worn socks. these were the best pair—slid right on and off—knew the feet. mine, yours, equal opportunity warmth and barrier from the elements. even a hole, even many, can’t stop—won’t limit what we know to be true: 

age like grapes off the vine, pulped and mashed and left sequestered. one day the vintage surpasses the awkward growing pains of a fermented delight’s passage through the cold void of the soul’s transit system. 

eventually, every sock is a failure and a triumph. old reliable and something best left in the back of the sock drawer. eventually. for now, we’re going to put them through the paces. these were one of the good pairs. and we’re in a hurry. the rest takes care of itself. the exposed heel will share its wincing platitudes and let us know how much longer our devotion will control the narrative.

pyramid

Brief note: Working out the last bits on two projects for possible release in the coming months. More on that as the time approaches. Here's the weekly work in the meantime:

This is a grift for the ages

linked to disturbing trends

from the deep past,

packaged with 30 percent

less plastic and a pastel

theme. Made exciting by

influencers with pretty-shaped

noses and an hourglass figure

gripped by the hands of Chronos

himself. Thy memory does not fail

you, even in your hour of vulnerability

to a product you do not need

or have the space for in your already full

basement or that you might have denied

three times before the first crack of

rooster refrain. Even then. You are still

a victim to an angry consumer god who 

comes down from his solar paneled heaven

in a Cyber Truck playing Fleetwood Mac out of its speakers and calls everybody “babe” or “stud” and gives one of those winks and snaps

his fingers into pantomime guns. We are all victims

to his glorious awareness of the elasticity of demand and the sustainability of selling old ideas to us after we forget about them. We will one day

worship better false gods. They’ll fix everything when we get there. Just you wait.