Sock Puppet

slept on a crusty old sock
but never even
noticed
,

must have crawled in
beside me, when he
lost his paired
sidekick,

for low moment’s
umpteenth time

to bermuda triangle’s
sock thief hangin’ out in
brokedown machine,

sock clung my back like
scratchy winds as I stroll
into next heart attack
,

a chill whistlin’ thru
my cracks

voice cracks when i try
to whistle back.

image: https://imgur.com/gallery/dkZdFg7

image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/old-washing-machine-paez-antonio.html


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