Atlas

Posters plaster the walls of my room

Holding the very structure of the house together

I tear them down to watch the building crumble

Woodstock falls the the floor revealing a gaping hole

The walls have been gone for years

But we all pretended not to notice

Postcards that tell of faraway places

Lay listless among the rubble

Only a reminder of how we stagnate

And I laugh

Knowing that atlas could have dropped the globe at anytime

But was too cowardly to try