~ Rachel Baril
Hardbound book meets floor – Bam!
A wind-up toy whirs after the words
Papers flutter, tap, and whack
Down a long, long way
Part of my cursing is Botheration!
I look across my bedroom nation
An avalanche needs sweeping
Is said with much sighing
Lift up onto the messy bed with an Umph!
The piles of rubble really just must go up
Off of my invisible floor and shelves
Where they spread themselves
A cloud of lemon scent – Cough!
Escapes with a sharp little hiss
As dust is wiped away
Sunlight hits with a ting
Pathways echo with a click then – Roar!
Goes the dirt-sucker as it rumbles
Then is reduced to a snuffling mumble
Is everything going to be a dumbbell?
Frazzled I flinchingly feel for the – Fuzz!
Freakin’ fluffy fuzzballs flew up
And gobbed the mecha-works
From here to Friday
Strained rumblings and the
Clattering of instruments
Go on for fifty minutes
Put back together – Snarl!
The patient comes to life
No slow-spun spiderweb
‘Cause it’s time to toss, pitch, and – Hurl!
Garbage goes out and pay no mind to
The Earth-shattering splattering
Clattering scattering crashes