took a hammer to the jigsaw
and a map to the flour
caked the floor with clouds
and rubbed sky into the mirrors
all this stuff is falling out of the cupboards
I lean on the doors
but it’s falling falling
like oceans against the jamb
all tumbling through cracks
jemmying itself out
past hinges snecks and iron locks
what am I to do
what am I to do
with the stuffstuffstuff
that won’t stay
where I buried it
Jan Dean


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3 Responses to Uprising

  1. Lovely poem! Your words are lyrical, their rolling cadence staying with my ears. Well done 🙂

  2. Your inventive metaphors are great!

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