DIRTY SOCKS

I am a thinned out
strand of a man
unraveling
from his center.
Yes, I am formless;
a shapeless mass
of spirit and spit,
winding itself
into myself.
Make me into a spool
so that I will spin
into the infinite
possibility I am
and always
should have been.

written on 03/23/2014 by: Matt Kane