Poem-A-Day: Day 249

The Top of the Stairs

Standing at the top of the stairs
like a demented god looking out,
observing the populace,
and rocking back and forth on his feet.
Ball to heel,
heel to ball,
ball to heel,
heel to ball…
the repetitive motion inciting desire,
ball to heel,
heel to ball,
ball to heel,
heel to ball,
and then the sudden rush of emotion,
driving madness down the stairs,
and washing the populace in sprays
and cries of agony.

The bookman looks around
like a demented god at the top of the stairs,
observing the customers,
ruining, when they should be shopping.
Piles and loafers,
loafers and piles,
piles and loafers,
loafers and piles…
the repetitive nature inciting anger,
piles and loafers,
loafers and piles,
piles and loafers,
loafers and piles,
and the sudden dream of destruction,
an act of frenzied cleansing the floors,
seems nothing but a daydream,
among the cries of children.