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The Stapler |
The stapler is weeping, the calendar is asleep
and the scissors yell shut the fuck up.
The stapler whispers I’m lonelier than the moon
and the check book cackles with laughter.
The flowered picture frame says
Hey, you want to talk about lonely
as the computer stares in disbelief,
and the purple desk lamp thinks it’s raining.
The stapler glances over at the picture frame,
starts to say something but the stack
of blank journals curses and screams.
The empty camera case starts singing
You’re once, twice, three times a lady...
and the phone book sneezes
and the unused day planner says
Look, at least you’re married
and the stapler weeps and weeps.
copyright 2006
Chrys
Tobey |
