October 2, 2007
By John Chen, Troy, OH

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...
on 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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