Poem #13

I ran off into the bathroom,
for sanctuary
against wrestling munchkins
whirling Tazmanian devils
leaving overturned furniture
in their wake

In the shower,
all should be quiet
solitude
but I was sharing the shower
with godzilla
and a truck
and three tiny basketballs

and I pushed them aside,
away from my hot spray of water
until munchkins and devils
needed them before bed