Bedsprings

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When my feet strike the mattress
Springs crunch beneath
Launching me skyward
Bursting through shingles
Houses shrink beneath me
Roads, cities vanish
Below of a blanket of white viscosity
Where floating is natural
Mother calls
“Charlie, no jumping on your bed!”
Her temper,
Disguised as gravity,
Hauls me back down.





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lizz said...
Nov. 15, 2008 at 5:09 pm
Hi John, I just wanted to tell you that I am a really big fan of your work. :) especially this one; that's why I picked this one to comment on.
 
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