Gravity

Here's a poem I wrote based on a theory I came up with years ago... after I had stayed awake for a few days, of course.

GRAVITY

"I hate this planet."

He fell right off
the face of the Earth.

Fell straight up.

As fast as if
he were plummetting
the other direction.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!
I didn't mean it!"

Direction changed,
he fell
the way people are supposed to.

He smashed
firmly
against the ground
with a solid thud.

Love's a bitch.