black as sin
reflecting the darkness within
covering the world as it goes
the bird sits silent
refusing to sing
drifting snow covers his wings
weighing him down
he cannot fly
a crow doesn’t think to wonder why
he shakes his wings
the snow falls free
raucous brethren call from a tree
they fly through the sky
avoiding the snow
cawing and calling as they go
black feathers, white flakes
clouds of grey
another long winter’s day
Sure, Edward Scissorhands got all the attention, what with the topiary sculptures and the hairdressing skills. Life was more mundane for Edward’s less-interesting cousin, Jim Staplerfingers. Jim worked in a non-descript office building in suburban Indianapolis, and while he wasn’t invited to many parties, he was an office mainstay when it came time to bind expense reports. Collating and stapling was not very fulfilling for Jim however; he was frustrated at his co-workers’ nonchalance about the proper alignment of the staples in their documents, and he was tired of always being asked to put up flyers on the bulletin board. He had a hard time letting go of things, whether figuratively (his feelings of loneliness and inadequacy) or literally (putting down the Sunday paper was especially difficult).
Life changed quickly for Jim Staplerfingers when he met his soulmate one day in Office Depot. Katie Stapleremoverteeth worked in as a clerical assistant in the next office building, and when they came face-to-face amidst the aisles of office supplies, they fell in love immediately. Physical intimacy was understandably problematic, but they were young and creative, and with practice they minimized injury to their erogenous zones. Eventually they had a perfectly normal child with no obvious office-supply-related birth defects besides a penchant for chewing on sticky notes. Uncle Edward cut the umbilical cord.
coffee’s cold again
although I miss the point
of heating it up once more
there’s no more left to pour
thoughts are disjointed
as we sit upon the floor
future seems uncertain
look behind the curtain
to see there’s no one running the show
it’s up to us to decide
if love wins out, or pride,
and which of us will choose to go
rain streaming down,
it seems to want to drown
the feelings lost today
there’s no more debate
I’m resigned to my fate
as I watch you go away
A man sprouted wings, and decided to fly.
He thought about flying to the sun, but it was too hot.
He considered soaring over the canyon, but it was too desolate.
He traversed the rainforest, but he didn’t like the humidity.
He tried crossing the desert, but he became thirsty.
He joined the birds in migration, but their journey was pointless.
He flew through the canyons of the big city, but the people scared him.
He attempted to fly over the mountains, but they were too tall.
He passed over the ocean, but the air was too damp.
A man perched in a tree and began to think.
Why do I have these wings?
These wings bring me no joy, only disappointment
All they do is take me to new places and incredible sights
but I get no satisfaction from experiencing life.
Why do I have these wings?
I don’t need them.
A man discarded his wasted wings,
then walked into the river and drowned himself.