My Two Cents of Reasoning is Spent
The world rides on top of a butterfly,
a ladder leans into nowhere. My shadow
plays a shadow song. Inside the piano,
keys caw. The night is bright green between
black branches. A mouth opening wide
enough for death. Here comes the train. Wider.
Stars pop and salt the air. This is to say
sadness stands outside me, a stranger
in a monkey mask. I wait for him
to ring the buzzer. He lifts one arm. Then the other.
- Jim Zola 2017
Jim Zola has worked in a warehouse, as a security guard, in a bookstore, as a teacher for Deaf children, as a toy designer for Fisher Price, and currently as a children's librarian. Published in many journals through the years, his publications include a chapbook -- The One Hundred Bones of Weather (Blue Pitcher Press) -- and a full length poetry collection -- What Glorious Possibilities (Aldrich Press). He currently lives in Greensboro, NC