Large Enoch learned about his purple socks,
as they came from the majestic Nepal,
woven on the top of Mt. Everest,
in the middle of a fierce lightning storm,
by a teeny tiny little old lady.
Enoch felt uncomfortable wearing
his purple socks when he wanted to go:
spelunking in the Grand Canyon with Mr. T,
have pillow fights to start off Enoch's sleepover,
kick a sick freestyle with Dr. Dre, yo!
Large Enoch didn't go out of his house
much, as he didn't want to pull a thread,
while getting ice cream from the ice cream truck,
or perhaps wear a hole while getting the mail,
or spill mustard while playing some basketball,
-Large Enoch was very tall-
in his special purple socks from the little old lady
woven on the top of Mt. Everest,
in the middle of a fierce lightning storm.
The intensity of the storm that night
enchanted that pair of socks with the power to
hypnotize anyone who wore the socks.
Large Enoch sat in his dead living room
in his special purple socks and would quite
gingerly float across the tacky old
yellow shag carpet given to Enoch by
The Nigerian Man for a chicken,
to the kitchen for another Capri Sun
and spend the rest of the day asleep
or watching Top Gun, regardless of if
he'd seen Top Gun before, or even if
Blockbuster wanted their VHS back.
Enoch had a fine life in his lifetime.
Nothing went wrong and nothing went right.
Sometimes he ran out of paper bags and
sometimes he ran out of very small buttons,
but he never worried, he had his special
purple socks from the tiny little old lady.
Enoch’s Blocks
Little Enoch learned his colors from lettered blocks
(for a is the color of fleet,
b is the color of war and demolition,
c is the color of echo and blur,
&c.) and built
a bricolage:
So cab was a whirring warbler.
bach was the Spanish Armada crashing
and crashing.
And enoch he couldn’t describe.
And when it reached the height of Enoch,
standing, he tore whole tongues
down to their colors.
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