thoughts before knocking…

some doors
are

always closed
no one
dare
enter
nor
seriously consider
what lies
just
beyond
the threshold
other doors
are
partially opened
to
let those
passing by
admired
what lies
just
out of reach
so as to
fill their dreams
at night
but
a few doors
are swung
wide-open
inviting
all travelers
of
this life
welcome
and
a place
to rest
one’s weary
soul

don’t wait for it…

no-need-for-words

i had
hoped
to have
a
personal
conversation
with you
but
you insisted
that
i respond
on
facebook
so that
all
your
friends
could serve
as
your
surrogate conscious
and to
no doubt
provide you
with the kind
of loyal support
worthy
of
at least
two
kindergarten gold stars stickers
alas
i am not
a certified member
of the
instant pudding mind group
so this query
into
your years
of
duplicitous living
shall end
as with
all
your ventures
seeking
more

for marianne…

for-marianne

these
fancy dress shoes
have
holes in them
places
where the earth
can reach up
and
touch my soul
sometimes
the touch is cold
reminders
of
those who hurt me
but
more often than not
the earth is warm
a warm embrace
from
an old lover
or
friends
now buried beneath
the places
that i walk
country roads
city streets
and
places
we discussed
oh
and
your home
where i walk now
dressed
in these new shoes
that
have holes in them
places
where the earth
can reach up