Fell out of bed, and entering the bathroom
hit my head against the brick wall.
Stonily I stomped about
piecing together my belongings,
my mood heavy and weighted
like stone.
The traffic moved like concrete flows over pancakes,
my sputtered curses falling
like soft fists against a wall.
Then, my homework left alone and forgotten,
hit my head like a brick.
Written today in class, after a lesson on “Simile, Metaphor, and Implied Metaphor”.
Samuel Loveland 