Monday, December 22, 2008

My Boston Standup Stapler


Still and sleek you wait at attention,

Glistening black as a whale gone deep,

Common as beans.

 

But amid the paper clips, you tower, Rhodes Colossus,

Or Emma's. Legs arched, a Gateway to tidiness.

Head on, a Dubai skyscraper.

 

Your spine beckons with caterpillar segments,

My fingers caress your torso, then squeeze.

Inch worm motion.

 

You bite. Ka Cha. Ka Cha.

Paper-punching bureaucrat. Spring-loaded toady.

Tasting the pulp of Shakespeare. IRS forms.

 

Yet your narrow metallic threads unite in ordinary design,

Declaration, gospel, play, symphony, and oration. Poem.

Clasping the universe.

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