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Bedsprings MAG

By Anonymous

     When my feet strike the mattress
Springs crunch beneath
Launching me skyward
Bursting through shingles
Houses shrink beneath me
Roads, cities vanish
Below 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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i love this so much!

on Jan. 29 2012 at 6:31 pm
austenite77 GOLD, Appleton, Wisconsin
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Very great and funny!!!

clare said...
on Nov. 17 2008 at 6:20 am
This is good and you write really well! Beautiful and kind of sad at the same time.

on Oct. 1 2008 at 8:21 pm
I like your poem it is cool that you make a good poem about almost nothing