Manhole Spouts Fire

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Manhole Spouts Fire

A punch in the stomach
And I bend down
I’m ripping up the carpet
Hoping to find tile underneath
Affection variable so push levers to eleven
Push lovers to abandon the past
Splitting headache
And I double over
I’m tearing up the carpet
Hoping to find hardwood underneath
Connection permanent so tin cans and string
Plans in spring to leap into waterfalls
Coughing fits
And I sit down
I’m pulling up the carpet
Hoping to find concrete underneath
Foundation supporting a heavier smile
Resting together to store up energy
Bouts of an illness
And then it’s over
I’m rolling up the carpet
Laying out new pieces in every room
Lighter and airier and easier to clean
Easier to dream of the cabinetry
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5 thoughts on “Manhole Spouts Fire

  1. Carpeted persona’s laid and weeping. The wear and tear part of societal reaping. Strip the layers bare until what you are seeking is pure gold roadways to lands filled with leaping. or whatever… I am pretty sure that is how Dorothy found the yellow brick road.

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