The Outlet.

The outlet is there in the wall,

(Just like it’s supposed to be).

 

A small, neon yellow

And Black

Plastic, toy helicopter

Falls like a leaf

That has let go

Of the branch.

 

The plastic fern is there in the corner of the room,

(Just like it’s supposed to be).

 

The athlete, “slender and sleek”

Labelled by the gawking teacher

Is belittled when his knee gets

Stuck in the bars of the bench swing.

He lets out a screech like a pig

During slaughter.

 

Hours later,

After the day no longer exists,

The hooded monk creature

Cracks its bulbous head

On the pole of the swing set.

His head cracks open

And out pops;

An alarm clock.