Un-repressing

Un-repressing

I had the courage to clean my closet,
and let me caution you—
I created catastrophe with the clutter.

Oh, the monsters are no longer there.
Instead, they stomp around my domicile—
scaring my kids and my cats and dogs.

There’s the fat one sitting
with legs spread wide,
on the middle of the couch,

hand half in bag and
other half in mouth,
a mouth that criticizes
every channel we choose.

Then there’s the angry one,
standing at the foosball table,
ready to ram the ball rudely
down your plastic man’s throat.

And then there’s the one sitting
at my writing table,
rubbing his head again and again,
with turmoil and irritation,

tears staining his paper,
wondering why it was so
wise to whisk the closet out
in the first damned place.



This poem is from a book by Dan Sturn :

ID: 1462725   (Rated: E) Bottle in the River  A book of Poems illustrating whatever you, the Reader, thinks. by Dan Sturn

                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."